A love letter to your hometown:

There is no greater heartbreak than leaving you in the hands of my near-murderers.
I fled the land my grandfather farmed and gave to my father as a wedding present
And my love for you is to know that owning you is wrong.
To them you are a million fistfuls of fertile soil and less-acid-than-average rain
A title transferred.
But I became a monster in your woods. I loved your night over your day.
I almost chose to stay and die instead of run for my life
Because I loved the curve and the color of the sun setting over the hill by my house in the direction opposite town
So much more than I loved myself.

compersion haiku

Me watching my loves
fuck each other: "they should have
sent a poet... wait..."