I moved into school this week.

Met some cool peeps.

Did a few things I should've done last year.

wondered how much of Rhode island I could really hold onto.
how much of it would even try to hold onto me.
the funny thing is the issue is not distance, its time and effort.
the willingness to stick it out with me,
which I suspect does not have a powerful presence.
I need to work on some things.

I wish I could be Frank.
I could be such a mime at times.

I wish I could peel off the guilt of my skin and lay basking in ignorance
they could leave me alone repulsed in what little I resemble the rest
the grotesque movements of my lidless eyes against the burgundy of blood
marbles spinning on hardwood floors

I'd  ask of you
to place me away from
civilization
lay me in the forbidden woods
lay me among ants and worms
rats and birds
to fully experience the animosity that humans mask
let me experience it
 naturally
where I could get bitten for every lie I was told
and see how much is left of me