Malaise Finds Me in Dwelling

a poem

I want to move, 
to relocate my mind. 

Some place no one knows 
me. In some place with spotty wifi. 

I’ll work at a slow cafe, tilt expressos, 
read hoards of books, and write out of time. 

And if people come looking, I’ll never know
the right language, not even my own name.

N.J. SIMAT