it's not so impersonal
as it appears
so many miles make familiar
voices easy to hear,
strangely
hard to let go of
once they've rooted, again
within you.
i still make my sweet tea
sugary enough to be a southerner.
here,
it's quiet, if cold
and the blankets on my couch match
the ones in my mother's closet
home is not
a location. it's a sense
of belonging.
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