Forest

Wanderlust I flip the cap of my hand sanitizer The scent fills my brain and the world turns white. I tense as I am thrust back a month ago Ghana. Lemon sweet tart sanitizer on my fingers Eating fufu plastic chairs dirt floor warm water in a bowl. And I fly on the beach on Promise the horse she runs away, runs away, and naked children scatter. Cafeteria food Talking high schoolers. I am where I am and my chest pangs. “Radio,” says my German teacher with an accent. I breathe in slowly as the world turns white. A month ago, Germany. I stand in the feed room alone, swaying to the radio, mixing grain. Dirty linoleum floors and barn cats. The radio crackles and sings The goats and pigs waiting impatiently in their stalls. Clicking pens Shuffling papers I am where I am My head aches.