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I get homesick at weird times

Like looking at men at phones

Projection, I guess

People in Philadelphia are kind

Chicago folk are surly but

The food is good

Texas is hot as fuck and

California is hell on Earth

But at least a curious hell

Much like Las Vegas

Playing darts in the dive bars

Drinking beer and pretending

Not to be an intellectual

Always being found by the

Defense lawyers from across the room

Being told by the women

That my arms are small

Because I have the audacity

To speak to them

That staggering walk home

Watching the bad programs on tv

It’s not homesickness

I guess

Just a desire, the desire I always have

To be anywhere but here