theres no place like home

so much
does it hurt to be here,
like a vinegared scar —
a pixieless jungle.
there is nothing here
but manicures and detergent
and it burns my eyes.
the time alone is haunting
like christmas with a distant,
cousin slob.
and i hope here
isnt always where i am
wishing i was there
and happy.

i pray this is all for relativity.
the joke has gotten stale.