Mom said she was going to leave Dad
couldn’t take it anymore
we moved.
Relocate. Reset.
Bullying at school was out of control
I couldn’t take it anymore
we moved.
Relocate. Reset.
Truancy became a problem
then there was the rape
school said I had to go
Relocate. Reset.
Sisters moved back home
one unhinged, the other battered
Mom said it’d be better if I left
Relocate. Reset.
Shuffled boxes from one relationship
to another, changed careers
like hairstyles – bored?
Relocate. Reset.
Never did grow roots
too good at packing up
trouble comes
Relocate. Reset.
Tell you more, but we’re about
to pull out, the road is calling –
you know how it goes.
(Written in response to The Daily Post prompt: relocate)