Home

Home is not one place,
just one house.
No, it's my whole town
and everything we do in it.
Philosophical conversations on street curbs
over a taco or two.
Counting stars – and moths
from the complex rooftop.
Sprinting for Romeo,
crawling down a ravine
for a cat.
Not wearing a coat to the game
and not getting cold anyway.
Heart-shaped chicken with no pickles
burnt quesadillas with lettuce.
Crying phone calls,
boy troubles and friend troubles.
Mix CDs and improv in the sun.
Sharing makeup and stories
in front of school bathroom mirrors
Magnetic words creating band names,
no sex blue money experience.
Hugs for old friends and new,
for tears and for smiles.
Home is happy and sad,
Home is angry and envious.
Home is where I am loved,
and where I love.