2016 july 2, 23:14

I dreamt last night
that I cried and screamed,
screamed and cried.

It was just like
the end of January
all over again.

The last time I tried
to go to the country
home to one of my favourite ocean views

I was detained
and deported
wrongly.

But how can
dividing lines
of nation-state

and police force
ever be
“right”?

I bought a new notebook
today, wrote a love letter
to myself

on the page
on which the manufacturer
left the bookmark.

I walked all the way home
tonight, pen in pocket, new
notebook in one arm,

talked to myself
the whole time,
trying to introduce

me
to myself
again.

I love you,
I whispered,
then repeated

for
good
measure.

I am trying
very hard
to survive.



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