The year is 5777. I’m in my home. I’m in my mother’s home. I go to make something for breakfast. He is there. He is doing everything in his power to make this anything other than my mother’s home. I go to reach for the half & half for my coffee. He grabs my wrist. “That is your mother’s half and half.” I argue that my mother wouldn’t mind if I used some. She wouldn’t mind. I’ve known my mother for 18 years. He thinks he knows her better. I give up. I reach for a potato. He says those are your mother’s potatoes.I say she wouldn’t mind if I had some. I’m trying to make breakfast. I’m hungry. I want breakfast. I grow irate. He grabs me. He digs his hands into my arms and it hurts. He attempts to drag me off into my room. I grab the corner of the wall into the hallway. I hold on stronger than I’ve ever held on to anything. My fingers hurt. They keep hurting. I give up. He thinks he bested me in strength but I simply gave up. I didn’t know about police. I didn’t know how they behaved. I called the police. The police yelled at me over the phone saying my address was not a valid address. I realize my error and give them the proper address. The police show up and check me for any marks. There are marks. They ask if I want to press charges. My mother interjects and says if I press charges I will be on the street tonight. I don’t press charges. A few months later he is there. I’m talking to my mother about something trivial. He interjects and says something awful to me about who I am. I say something rude back. He grabs me by the neck and throws me out of the front door into the yard. I text my friend. I leave. I sleep at his house. My mother texts me and says I can come back. I say I will come back when he is gone. He doesn’t leave. I don’t come back. I surf upon a sea of couches until the sea meets the edge of the world. I fall off. I wake up in a pond. The pond makes great promises to me. The pond wants rent money eventually though. I lose my mind in the pond. I crawl out of the pond and onto a bridge. I look over the bridge. I’m scared. The police show up. I find myself on another bridge. The bridge asks me how I’m feeling. The bridge gives me medicines with names formed by strange tongues. I leave the bridge. I cross a lake. I’m looking for someone. They don’t know I exist. They also do not exist where I exist. A bird dies in my hands. I’ve had half a bottle of tequila by now. I ride my bike to my mother’s house shortly after finding myself in the cold of a strange complex. He’s there. I ask for my mother. He calls the cops. I ride my bike. The cops show up. I’m arrested. He claims I threatened to kill him. I didn’t threaten to kill him. I spend an era within a cage. I scream every day. I sing every day. I write every day. I read every day. I don’t know how long a day is anymore. I haven’t seen sunlight in centuries. There are no clocks here. There is nothing but me, paper, pencils, and books. I find myself in the desert. I’m a cowboy. I’m ripped suddenly from the desert and I’m back in a cage. I’m ripped suddenly from the cage. I’m outside. I begin the journey back to the pond. A friend finds me on my nine mile walk and drives me back to the pond. In the morning, the pond tells me I’m no longer welcome. A fish tells me that the police will come if I don’t leave and that someone else can come for my belongings. I leave the pond. I cross the lake. I cross the salt. I sleep under the stars for the first time in centuries. I don’t know how long a day is anymore. I spend many more centuries amidst the concrete and bugs. They crawl on my face as I sleep. I wake up in an alley next to a man pissing about one foot away from my head. He apologizes. He asks if I want a swig of his beer. I politely decline. One morning the stars are blocked from my vision and a cop is asking me if the giant semi-truck parked on the street is mine. I immediately assess that I’m talking to one of the stupidest people I will ever have the displeasure of meeting. If that was my truck, why wouldn’t I be sleeping in the cabin? I want to say this. I say “no.” He says camping is illegal in the concrete jungle. I say okay. He offers me resources. I say “no.” He writes me a warning and says I will be back in a cage if I’m ever caught in the wild again. I find shelter. I don’t care what happens here. I sleep on the floor and I wake up to clean. Every day I find myself in orbit. I’m on Venus. I’m on Mercury. I’m on Mars. I don’t know how long a day is anymore. Many centuries pass and my mother calls me. She says “I’m sorry for letting him do that to you.”