missing an old home

if i try hard enough the sirens outside my apartment are in a different zip code

and i'm only a handful of stops away from my people

but really it's miles

and really, it's a lot of them

i feel time erasing me

it's an active emotion

i'm forgetting all the places i used to cry

except the train and the east river

i do remember how badly i wanted to die

that molt sits between virus and glitch

the way mono stays in your system

only time will tell

and

of course the grass is greener wherever i'm not

and i know the things wrong with me can't stay in an old apartment

but there are so many grains of sand

id like to walk through again

all i want:

a saxophone playing somewhere

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