homesick

All my answers are polite,

I can’t breathe.

I gnawed at almost all my fingers but it’s okay cause I’ve covered most of it with bandages,

The rest has some charm, they say.

It keeps coming, and I keep being the greatest hostess in the greatest house,

All the while home follows me around, it nips at my feet,

it holds my hand for a moment,

lightly, like salty breezes often do,

And I beg softly,

I washed the sea water from my hair,

I took out the pine leaves from my eyelashes,

leave me alone, go back to being a resting place.