This is my home
Land of used car lots
And strip mall psychics
Where ego comes to die
What’s left is up to circumstance
Flattened
Through process of elimination
But welcome
Everyone is welcome
You’re welcome
Bleed out like the rest of us
If you’ve anything left to spill
This is my home
A hairline fracture
Filled with concrete
It’s still wet
So don’t fucking step in it
MS
