Untitled.

Take me anywhere
but here.
I'm exhausted beyond belief, aching
heart & bones held together by coffee and nicotine.
There's that certain tiredness that seems to hang over
(hangover)
me

Tired eyes begging to be pulled open
(wide)
with the last remaining drops of mystery
and a sense of belonging like no other.

I've got my heels dug
(deep)
into the ground. I'm pulling up roots.

Tell me why I was born late.