Punch One Love

You should remember,
Right?
The way it Hits me
in photographs
against the light.
Where the marks make me,
and the toll takes me
& I'm left to the river by the sea.
Just a sandlot,
with a speck of me.

Lost; There's No Place Like Home

It is still ugly in my head:

I write the word over again.

It curls all messy, like a dirty mop

cleaning up poodle hair.

Staring straight at me,

I knew this was a mistake...

But my head too stubborn to admit

I need to go home.

Where is this place?

Lost.

I was just stopping by.