When I come back to America,
I am on a high for a day
Before I settle back in.
This high is fantastic:
I am defined and feel
With intensity my youth.
After that, nothing tastes good,
I lose my appetite completely for food
For fantasy, for anything electric.
I make a list of the ways I can
Adapt the culture of the house
To keep me feeling present
But I can only affect myself
And I know I will have
No company to buy into my cross-breed.
Nowadays, lands of opportunity
Are those that limit-
Places we can challenge.
Containment
Makes the frontier
Turn inward.
A universe that sits down
To breakfast
Hungry.
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