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homes

i create homes in those uncertain moments where you are happy and sad all at once and sunlight dapples the thousands of leaves on the trees.

i create homes in photos of people i don't know because of the way shadows play across their faces.

i create homes in words: glass, brilliant, shatter, shipwreck, conflagration, heart, ancient.

i create homes in people who don't care enough to realize and i think i choose them for the sole reason that they are not a home, they are a tomb, and when i tell them (her) that i am dying she does not understand. there is something liberating in the falling; it lasts forever and everyone is watching silently. watching as my feathers burn and leave a spiraling trail in my wake, a trail that will disappear just like i.