Journey / Longing / Home

By Alej (they/them)

Fleeing in the middle of the night,
who are we trying to be,
a band of coyotes?
but fearfully running to
the nearest place that would
take us, accept us.
It’s not that they wouldn’t accept us.
If we suggested to stay,
it only determined how much
she was willing to sacrifice. . .
All in the name of me. all. for. me.
(question myself; me?)
Did you make us leave because his truth
was so erratic, … READ MORE