home,
just another world I’d go when Tết close on
it’s the world where my roots are born
but not the world my heart set to stone
it’s home,
night is sigh to start when mosquitoes sing
the chickens chat clapping their wings
out of nowhere,
the summer winds
and in the dust, I started my sins
today it’s still live, beneath my skin
but home,
pa & ma break their backs on the fields of green
they arguing so hard, it’s part of their routine
then they have dinner, like nothing mean
still home,
i go to talk with the clouds, the dogs, the nights
spend hours try pulling stars out of the sky
then put them on the grass where I would lie
it’s where I dream of all different ways to die
and home,
a place I leave but never understand what it hold
no matter how far my footsteps go
it waits for me, somehow I know
jere,