a thirty-five hour drive
away from everyone and everything that i love
and now i'm supposed to call this place home.

logic has boiled over in this
wretched place
where afternoons in the month of may
flirt with the hundred degree line
and grab at your skin
until you can't breathe.

august in a couple months,
school will start and i'll be in a swarm
of new people with new accents
and new beliefs...

i'm in a place where i know no one wants me to be me
because who i am conflicts with
who they think god is.

there's no way out.
all i have left is
the dreams i keep having
about the boys i should have kissed
while i had the chance.