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
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