and you're probably addicted to all types of escape

there are things growing

in my fridge or

brain at

night

as though I have wasted everything

unconsumed

I am one year older

and all the constellations speak of a

wildness my feet have dreamed

of touching since I learned how to

consume ink

the future is yanking my name

from his bucket of things to do

the map above my bed screams

so loud

the nails fastening it to the wall

suddenly sharp in my lungs

my shaking hands know only three words

escape

escape

escape

I'm a closet claustrophobic

addicted to a future of

plane-ticket elsewheres

halfway between the here and

gone

desperate to be lost

before my passport expires

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I hang out with too many foreigners.  Last night my friend told me he could possibly get me a job teaching English in Bahrain next year.... Now THAT is the kind of thing that changes everything.  I really don't think it will happen.  I can't.  Things never work out and it's doubtful this will either.  Plus it would be REALLY dangerous to live there, especially as a woman.