Turf

I wish I had a place,

One I could call my own,

A piece of this Earth

Where I could walk

Without seeing past grimaces

Or exes, whys, or whatever might be a z.

I wish I could go somewhere

Without dodging anger

Or feeling obligation to be

In someone else’s place.

I want DOG street,

I want Kiwanis Park or Paul’s.

Come to think of it

Even those hallowed grounds are tainted

By ghosts and trolls.

Maybe my destiny is to walk across battlegrounds 

Fighting imaginary wars

That have long since ended.

Maybe I’m a vessel of disappointment and doubt

Stuck in a purgatory of my own making.

Maybe.

Truth is I just want a little peace,

A little distance from those

Perpetually under my skin

Which is hard where I am…

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