My hands long to look occupied.
My carpet bags have
Satiated bellies-
As if Europe anticipated me from the other side.
But I know,
I-
[The walking wanderer]
Am hollow
On the inside.
I am suitcases,
And shin braces
And twelve hours of pacing,
Outside the train station,
For a hypothetical
Ride
"Home."
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