when you are far from it
home can choke you.
take you by surprise.
knock the wind out of you.
fill your lungs and spread through your veins
like blood.
or water,
rush through your system
& pour out your eyes
a bodily reminder of all that you remember.
-s.s.
Tuesday
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ahhh, comme c'est vrai!
i feel home in my nose. that's where it sneaks up on me.
the scent of eucalyptus leaves, fresh baked bread, black beans simmering on the stove, hand-scrubbed laundry sun-drying on the line...
i take a page from tucan sam, shun! i follow my nose to home... or, home follows my nose.
nose knows.
ju knows?
xo
true that.
word.word.word.
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