Knowing what I want now is knowing
the things I have and do not want,
with a homesickness that makes
it impossible to be home.
I'm longing for a place
that feels like me
that is anywhere else I could
happen to be.
Restless in my exhaustion,
I yearn to find
energy in the idols
I burn
with the glee of an arsonist
on Bonfire Night
where my wrong longing
suddenly seems
right.
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