my passport
needs more stamps.
needs to be bended
and pulled open
by strangers with
badges and guns
in foreign lands.
i need to be
searched and stared
at, have my eyes
looked into for
deception. i need
to have my pupils
dialated, be
a suspect. i need
to board a plane,
get on a ship,
ride all through
the night on a long
black train. i need
to get out of town.
you can come if you
want to, but be
prepared, you might
go home alone.
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