is how I spent my morning packing meals

for children in Eswatini
how I was grateful to serve at the site 
I learned compassion 
how my soul itches in the convictions
that taught shame
how I can’t breathe in this cradle of a city 
so
 
what my LinkedIn won’t tell you
is how desperately I’m scraping and clawing 
to Kentucky as home,
gone tooth and nail for somewhere unsung
and, for me, unsingable
since everything is traceable unless I trip
the trap
 
so be it.
 
if that insidious blue bastard tells you
I’m interested,
know it was the block button I was after.
I’m gunning for
a new ceiling and, goddamn it
you don’t get a window.
I finally believe I deserve a life
without you in it.