I consider the possibilities.
I could take a flight out of here.
I could land myself somewhere dry and desolate.
I could escape to hell.

I consider the possibilities.
I could walk naked in the streets
killing myself with drink.

I consider the possibilities.
I could soldier on.
I could not quit.

I consider the possibilities.
I could be lucky.
Things could work out.
But I couldn't believe that.

I want to take a flight out of here.
I was thinking the Dominican Republic
or northern Mali.
I want to burn and feel at home being alien.
I think I want to crack my skull against the polis.
I want to bleed out to freedom before the demos.

But I will not take that flight.
I will sleep and wake and do it all again -
another day considering the possibilities.