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Coming home is terrible
Whether the dogs lick your face or not
Whether you have a wife or just a wife shaped lonliness waiting for you
Coming home is terribly lonely so that you think of the opressive barometric pressure
Back where you have just come from with fondness
Because everything is worse once you are home
You think of the vermin clinging to the grass stalks
Long hours on the road roadside assistance and ice creams
And the peculiar shapes of certain clouds and silences with longing because you didn't want to return
Coming home is just awful and the home style silences and clouds contribute to nothing but the general malaise clouds such as they are are in fact suspect and made from a different material than those you left behind
You yourself were cut from a different cloudy cloth
returned
Remainderd
Ill met by moonlight
Unhappy to be back
Slack in all the wrong spots
Seamy suit of clothes
Dishrag ratty worn
You return home
Moon landed
Foreign
The earth's gravitational pull an effort now re doubled dragging your shoelaces loose
And your shoulders etching deeper the stanza of worry on your forehead
You return home deepened
A parched well linked to tomorrow by a frail stand of
Anyway
You sigh into the onslaught of identical days
One might as well, at a time
Well anyway
You are back
The sun goes up and down like a tired ♥♥♥♥♥
The weather inmobile like a broken limb
While you just keep getting older
Nothing moves but the shifting tides of salt in your body
Your vision blears
You carry your weather with you
The big, blue whale
A skeletal darkness
You came back with x ray vission
Your eyes have become a hunger
You come home with you mutant gifts to a house of bone
Everything you see now, all of it
Bone