home

home
my heart is in my chest presumably

life in Tampa
is like a party I wasn’t invited to

my sentences disjoint of late
my head is heavy, stuffy, cloudy
my toes are chilly

I’m at square one
not wanting to go it alone

inside
I’m throwing myself onto the floor
as a child
kicking my feet
banging fists
swinging limbs
crying
screaming
I don’t wanna! I don’t wanna!