3 Aug 2011


Sometimes I would want to go home,
but I’m not sure where that is

isn’t home another man invented sentiment?
an illusion to legitimise his other illusions
of loyalty, nostalgia, love?

a woman who survives an oppressive man
lives the rest of her life homeless
her unhappiness coiling around her waist,
slithering between her thighs
she knows 
how misery takes without asking.