I live within states
Divided by fields
I never got drunk in as a teen
Cities I feel I’ve lived in a thousand times
Maybe I handled them better in a past life
The mediocrity of mouse towns
Borrower minds, nowhere to scream these words on a stage
And a seaside that changed my state
In fluctuating, horrifying ways.
I don’t always live within states
But I will in the balmy beach of those summer weeks
I’ll laugh myself up treacherous Greek steps and cry under starlit Swiss skies
The state of me is a never ending paradox…
At least I’ll distract myself from that fact in the art of knowing how to adapt.