Home

I promised myself that I would run as far away from home as possible

I was Buddha in search of nirvana

And home was purgatory

So I immersed myself into the belly of a city that tried to spit me out

That is where I met you

Dark, frightening, shrivelled like a prune on the inside

Macho, well dressed and stern on the outside

You were my broken mirror

Reflecting to  me pieces of myself

What I didn’t expect was how your eyes

Deep and dark

Were a spyglass into the world I was trying to escape

When I looked into them I didn’t expect to see home

Staring back at me with a menacing smile

Almost as if it would snarl at me and spit out in a malignant voice a harrowing

“gotcha”