Home is where the heart is.
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“There is something bleeding to death inside me but I don’t know what it is.”
— Ingeborg Bachmann, from Three Paths to the Lake; “Eyes to Wonder,”
Yes, I am needy. Yes, I am demanding. Yes,
tomorrow I am waking up in a place
I do not call home, & yes, this is the first time
I’m seeing you clearly in the dark.
— Parisa Thepmankorn, from “Upon Stopping to Talk to Dahlia On Broad Street,” published in Cosmonauts Avenue
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