Elsewhere

by themapofantarctica

and I wake up

In the car

with dreams

behind my eyes

and my father

is driving

me to work

where I will spend

the day thinking,

and dreaming still,

of being

somewhere else,

somewhere where things

actually happen

and we don’t walk around

without meeting

each other’s gaze,

lying about how much work

we haven’t done.

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