Home Sick

The world is ablaze. There's no where to go, nowhere to be but home. And we are sick today. Home from school, from work, from play.

We try to play, and work too (when we can), but we can't. The kids cry, but we can't. No one can keep up, nothing syncs. Nothing escapes. It's just night and then day.

Fevers compound cabin fevers compound sweltering monsoons. Everything floods, but there's nowhere to swim--no way. The city is a concrete ash tray when you're so far away in space and time from the place where you were meant to bury your bones.