childs st.
so this is where im at:
the only pictures im in
im in the background,
a passerby, maybe glancing
at the camera with an almost candid sun-
glass tilt/right brow raised
suave guy facial expression
as some graduates dad says
“wait lemme get another one.”
so this is where im at:
the oak sapling in the middle
of your shrubbery
whose shiny leaves
you mistake for poison ivy.
so this is where im at:
on the run, ill admit,
as the culprit in all
my friends murder investigations
running like i think
the force of the wind against me
will wash clean my days-old stink
and make my legs stronger
so i can run as fast as i need to
when impulse and/or adrenaline demand it,
and where i want to be
is a place that only exists inside me and
where i can never dwell physically
despite my hardest striving.
