missing mitochondria
make missing home
a hypochondriac nightmare

homesick
homespun
home made
hopeless hellstrings
leading back
to tattered wellsprings
of winsome wonder

so tired
of the same four walls
that aren’t
the same four walls
of a bed and breakfast prison
of someone else’s
idea of comfort

the mitochondria
are missing
in a pool
of half baked
golgi apparatuses
spinning in cellular decay
as the wifi sinks
to one bar
of drunken solace