This relocation (dislocation)
caused me PAIN and
LOSS of function
DISJUNCTION
caused the paths that
came to meet to
MISS, out of
SYNCH, out of
WHACK, beats
UNBLENDED, trains
OFFTRACK
I'm a square peg knocking against round rocks and hard places
I never counted on. Like a fish out of the sea, I'm out of my league.
I can't play this game, finish this swim, or say the name of
this TROUBLE I'm in.
(But I just tried moving to another town...)
an OTHER town
I OTHERED myself,
MOTHERED my own LOSS.
I didn't/couldn't count this cost
of (dislocation) relocation.
(by Lori Martin, poem - 2003; mixed media painting - 2015)

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