Home Again

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I left home.

The River Rats are a gang I’m with.

We are:

leather jacket

surgeon

mask

shades

hurricane

nails

doll

lanyard

and rat.

 

Home again,

I look out a window at the river,

the other side,

trees,

brick buildings on a hill.

My tongue licks my teeth’s silver fillings.

I talk to walls

about water,

obstacles as friends.