Angelica Tao Poet Free verse

Back At Home

When there is nothing.

There is going outside.

I go to the store sometimes during those days.

To go outside to the car.

To go to the car then back inside.

The store is treacherous.

There is smiling, and music,

There is beeping,

There is warmth and coolness colliding.

I could finish shopping.

I could finish anything I want to.

But I always leave halfway through the list.

When it’s too much.

There is always going home.

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