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​Escape
is the only wish I have in Great Neck
Mistakes
are all there are in Great Neck
Hate
took home out of my house in Great Neck
I don’t want to be from anywhere anymore.
 
Funny, here, I’m out-of-state
but never homesick
Always in the gray state
between breathing and heaving
Come spring break, all my classmates have left
but in Great Neck, there are no people left
only ghosts
and they come with me everywhere, anyway
 
My edges are rags of themselves
tickling scabs from the stories they tell
Like medals they hang,
like nooses, I mean medals, they hanker for necks
for something to commemorate
or, at least, to regret
 
But I don’t want this pedestal
I want an incomplete puzzle to crave my chafed edges
to make space for my creaky bones
not like a grave parts its legs to repeal me, but
to create something,
if not happy,
then beautiful
 
Until then, I’ll plant sunshine under my skin
and hope that they’ll find me soon
ask, “Where have you been all this time?
We’ve been needing you over here.”
and take me home
take me home