…wish
i could be with them. this is where my first
job was. my first kiss. my first heartbreak. my
best friend’s grave is only
a mile away, slipping closer like
the boogyman, daring me to look
under the bed. this place has become
two sizes too small. it sneers
when i jump and wiggle
trying to fit in. i am
crushed, tamped down,
a plant that need…
