by Andrew Kovitch

Created on: November 22, 2008

Home

is a dark room

in someone else's house

with a few scattered

belongings

placed neatly

in four corners

with just enough room

to

walk

in

the

center.

A bed without box-spring,

a desk without shelves,

and a mirror shows the reflection

of someone I think,

sort of

looks familiar.

Home is a dwelling.

Home

is a permanent pit stop

where I park my car

across the street

and wonder

how I made it home

with so little gas.

Home is a hop

up the stairs

and through the door,

quiet

so no one notices.

Home

is eating someones leftovers

a smoke in the basement,

because it's too cold outside

and someone might see.

Home

is where the heart is,

and my home

is IN me.

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