You ask: Attis, are you coming home?
Home.
Home was mother and father to us
home raised and gave birth to us
to me who I left them behind (left you behind) when I crossed the sea.
when I ran into the woods wherever my sore feet carried me
when I ran into the woods where she took me in and took care of me.
With her wild beasts I now share
Their home where
They were raised and born and where they
raise and give birth to more happy beasts that
raise and give birth and
raise and give birth and
raise and give birth
to more happy beasts.
How depressing.
You mean: am I coming back to the place where
I was the best in our class,
the most beloved by everyone,
the most passionate ‘bout everything,
the most Me – is that what you’re saying?
Is that what you think?
Why did you leave? You ask
‘cause all the sadness, the rage
All the anger of being – what you ask-
me! Being me!
I’ve been him, I’ve been her but I stopped being both so I’m not even them I’m just-
half I’m just-
sad.
I’m just so so sad.
exhausted from missing what I had.
No. don’t say anything.
I don’t want to lose you
I don’t want to lose your
fame your shiny, sparkly presence
Your fitting-in
Your getting-along
Your being so so Me
How disgusting.
I miss you, you say –
And I say:
I’m just half. Half nothing – I’m just sad I’m just so so angry!
I wanna go back to that – to you – but I can’t
Do you un-der-stand,
Attis?
No. We’re not going home.