A house is not a home
But home is the focus
Everything felt red
When you peddle absolutes
Get out of the darkness by
Stepping backwards
And flow between hilarious and grim
Nostalgia in the present tense
Is when you’re in the 90s and not know it
Like the sheets are on just right
Like a staccato delivery that’s breezy and easy
This is how relationships work in interaction
It’s sciency
It’s a call to clench
It’s a new leaf every morning
Home is here.

(Found poem, from Angel City Zen Center writing workshop, October 20, 2018.)