Bolt #1: home

One time I was home (this
was at a time when I was living
in a white barn-style arrangement 

- a spacious converted loft and
a downstairs kitchen hall and loo) and
I just felt alert. All over like my soul
was electric
and my skin had eyes
seeing behind me and everywhere.

I wasn’t able to see out of my skin, mind
you, I’m just telling you how it

felt. Super alert and wrong. Something was
up.
I felt the need
to be gone.

I took off out of there.

I just took off. I needed out, big-time. It was dark
outside and cool. I went on a walk down
the concentric arrangement of streets
towards the church
in the middle, then peeled
off towards the beach.
I took the dogs. That

was my excuse.

That was one time.

I had to bolt