Hometown Girl

Where 30 meets 41

Where Route 30 meets 41,
a few miles down
the road,
collide into
where I am from-

a bedroom town
too confined to hold
an old soul with new age skin
like mine.


Slip back in time,
I longed to burst the seal
and be revealed
somewhere else, someone else.

But in this time
I am content to be the
broken mold, only-I-truly-know
self
that I have always been.


And
maybe when
now
fades to then

I’ll finally
run far into the night,

down the middle of
a two lane
highway that leads
right out of this
claustrophobic place,

and make a memory of

where 30 meets 41.