published
in More Creative, July 2006,
re:create
press, CAL 060004
Asylum
and
you tell me
home
is where the river runs
home
is where the dates grow
in
bunches
and
dry, brown in the sun
home
is where your father
farms
the land
and
drives his horses
home
is where you have a father
or
did have.
I
ask you where you come from
and
you say
I
come from here
Here
is where I’m from
no
back story
no
foreigner’s tale
because
only strangers are foreign
and
I am not strange
I
am human
like
you.
You
ask me how I spend my days
and
my nights
and
I tell you
I
spend my days thinking
and
my nights
writing
poetry
in
a dark place
so
I can try to imagine
what
it is like
to
leave prison behind in one country
only
to arrive in another
the
next.
You
ask me about home
and
I tell you.
Cheryl Moskowitz
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