Home Body

In the dream, you just look at me. Like I'd never said anything. But your eyes... 'Don't do something foolish' you say like that would change anything... The nonsense of it... And then No warning The ground shakes ice loose. slabs pull water feet to bottom... A blur. The gravity of it. You say it's because I didn't ask. But how could I know? The house ungrounded without you would remain? Homeless? Eisenberg explained it …

…- in water only shoulder height... Funny it's warm... You warned me I'd find myself. Home less... I did. So don't write my address down in ink. I'm running... still. A fool with pictures to prove homelessness is the fear of being... Still. In your body. The sense of it all. A blur. Look at you at home in your body there. The fear of far from home behind you. Funny. How warm that is.