Natalie Heinitz, 131 YinD
Home is the Nationals’ radio broadcast while I make breakfast and
Home is Kacey’s “Slow Burn” while I stretch away the stress and
Home is reading for hours on end and
Home is mindlessly singing John’s “I’m So Tired” while I wash the dishes and
Home is doodling the webs in my mind.
Home is hearing the guitar intro to Neil’s “Needle and the Damage Done” and realizing that was what my dad was playing after all these years and starting to cry and
Home is needing to hug my mom and
Home is still grieving the dog I couldn’t say bye to and
Home is Springer’s ice cream and summer chlorine and my grandpa’s wool sweaters and knowing I can’t have them but
Home is welcoming the thunder of midnight trucks, when I used to cower and
Home is always leaving my front door wide open and
Home is saying, no we live with the bugs and
Home is being Nata-LEE with an emphasis on the LEE and
Home is craving rice for breakfast.
Homes are given and homes are taken but
I guess I never realized that means they’re more often created
And when I think of home, well,
It’s the memories, not the places
And home will be whatever I need it to be
Until I don’t need to think anymore because actually,
I’m home already.