Not In Kansas // a poem

Let’s go home, To-To.

Smiling doggy eyes

under curly hair

Can I rewrite

the fiction I’m in?

This story

I’m in too deep,

i haven’t seen Kansas

since my eyes

are focused on a gold

road to a man who

grants my wishes

but took away

my heart, my brain

my bravery

i almost don’t want to go

back to Kansas

it won’t be the same

as we left it.

i think oz has a place

nearby, i think i’ll go there

to sleep in flowers for eternity

with Toto

so we don’t have to die


not like in Kansas,

that place isn’t what it seems.

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