BOOMERANG
 
I want to hurry and die
So I might have the chance to be
Reincarnated.
 
But not reincarnated as a different something,
But me same old self,
Well, not quite.
 
Me, one sand granule wiser,
Smart enough this time to hold my tongue,
On that night we first went to room.
 
To reincarnate that night,
Same smoke-filled air, same dirty socks,
Same fears and the same inoculation
 
When her kiss sang into my mouth.