Another Word for Home
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
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Home is not the address. It's the sound the lock makes when you've been gone too long.
Saturday starts with silence, slow and soft, sheets still warm from sleeping in.
It's not the presents. I know it's not the presents because the best Christmas I ever had was the year we couldn't afford them.
The kettle hisses its slow complaint— ssssssss— like a secret it's been holding since last night.
Say home and a lamp comes on. Say mother and rain begins somewhere behind the ribs.
Before language, there was her voice— not words, but weather: hum in the dark,
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