Home Sick


Alone, I pose in group photos
along with my better side
so that I might feel like home

and wonder if I can still be
seen in my blinds, quietly
crazily chattering in my bones

hastily preying for better
tomorrows, slowly melting
in my yesterday’s clothes

sickly anticipating long ago
tragedies with myself esteem,
steadily oozing from my nose

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