By Sarena Kabakoff
Home gives us a feigned sense of constancy
A totem of trust
It is the door that we open
After we are downtrodden from the day
When our muscles feel weak
And our eyelids long to surrender
It is a place we seek refuge
It is a place we look to reignite our flames
It is where we show the pieces of ourselves
That we hide from the outside
Everything is bared
Naked in our home
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HOMEbody. Pic by Thomas Kay. |
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