15 Oct

she says:
“i miss
parts
of the big city.
but only parts.
the way it looks.
i miss that.
and doors;
front doors.
i miss those
too.”
and then
there’s me.
i miss nothing.
i feel nothing
for anything
resembling
home.
no home.
i’ve lived
in five
majors;
four in
the states.
visited
dozens others.
i cannot
attach myself
although
i
try.
and so
there is no
home
and
i
miss
nothing.
not country.
not city.
not mountain.
not ocean.
no wonder
in my dreams
i am always
too late
to catch:
trains
cars
scooters
planes
buses
wheelbarrows
bicycles…
all the things
that
take one
home.

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2 Responses to “”

  1. Anonymous 16/10/2007 at 3:16 AM #

    I like this.

    smiles,
    femme

  2. Livinia Redlips 06/11/2007 at 7:10 PM #

    I miss everything, and nothing

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