Leaving Every Home

only Thursday,
already September,
only September.

talk about moving
in adult childhood,
a series of deep
freak versions of
my handsome brain.

staying still
seems foreign
to me and my mission.

if we're being honest
like a hundred dollar bill,
I'd bet my life that I'll never
love another like this again.

because I want one
of my own,
I have left every home.