I can see the glue hole a minuscule thing
Helping me stay dry, I  thought you didn't know I've been drowning
Green trees, green moss, green tent
I miss waking every morning to pad my feet across the moist earth,
Off to search for something each day
Nostalgic, longing, yearning once again
I should've realized this would happen, it always happens
I miss even the prunes my hands became each day from the metal dishes
Japan, Montreal, France, Sri Lanka, Czech, Wales, Toronto, Iran, Mexico
Diverse languages, diverse people
I want to lay on the ***** sand of the lake or throw myself into the poisonous water and delight in your phrases
I don't need to understand them
I like the feeling of being gone, of being surrounded, of being free
But mostly of warm water on a happily drunk body