Sometimes
I get the horrors
when bodies are near me,
falsely imbued with menace.
But, I can dance with you.
Shop in the throng’s milieu.
Navigate the bellicose traffic.
Then home, where the heart is,
quiet (soft and still) is needed.
Don’t come near, my partner dear,
bear witness to fomented fear.
Phantoms seek attention here,
but keep their whispers from my ear.
The badness.
Where is home.
