In two places



3/10/16 A poem of contrast

So my body feels like vomit.

This day, as the previous,

I feel my entire being

has been regurgitated...

this body typing text,

is empty of me.


Somewhere to the north east of here,

a huge part of me is curled up in a blanket,

is content and peaceful,

is smiling at the thought of a new life

of opportunity and hope.


How strange to be two places at once...


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