middle-dirt

finding Europe
was like finding Home—
some place I thought
was too good to exist.
what an absolute relief
to have found a way out.

but I still have to
return home
and somehow tame
this wild discovery—
the desire that'll
squeeze out from my gut,
tearing the wet stitches.

it's still better to know
I've somewhere to go,
because I tell you,
the way it is now,
Hitler would be proud of Bush—far
more than Blair,
or even what has become of
his own Bavaria.