The Places I Want To Escape To

I’ve been everywhere, all at once.

The bottom of my mother’s grave, 

looking up. I wonder what peace she found.

I can smell my own flesh rot in dreams. 

In my childhood, I saw the devil and signed his book.

I can go to Turkey, or Greece.

If you close your eyes, and picture it 

you can go anywhere. 

Even to the time you were afraid

of what was getting you as you ran up the stairs

from your basement growing up

To the future you imagined having

that never comes true. That demon got you.

Where do I want to escape to? 

I don’t want to escape. 

I want to go home.

I don’t want this lifetime of loss 

I want to go back to the stars.

I don’t want to be on this earth, 

where time is nonexistent

I am three thousand,

one hundred, 

six years old. 

I want to go home.