should he head North

to her

climb into bed

with her

and would that make him soon forget

these morning nightmares

and random walks through woods

where he discovers nothing once again

but more of the same superstitions

traces of empty sagas

that don't work for luck

or anything else

you can put your finger on

would running up there

to her

straight North on 39

erase all that

or just create a whole new set

of lawless circumstances

he'd soon regret

and set him wondering why he'd ever left

the sweet sweet sunny South

stay

he said to himself

in the voice of a man

in the voice of a man inside his chest who told him in stern tones

things were already changing

for the worse

and it was far far better

to stay right there

sitting in his faded armchair

than to risk the road again

and all its bitter disappointments

stay