listening to my brother's bright eyes
as he takes his secondhand shower
and i change in my parents' room
wondering what it's like to stick around
without staying in my parents' town
never letting myself regret running away
because i haven't left the starting line
spreading my stance across the states
so i can continually shift my center
back and forth between now and then
and i know they know it makes no sense
because i can't belong in plural tenses
even though i ended up in this halfway house
without my plane getting off the ground.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
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