A Rabbit (Want of Nothing but a Home)

Rustling

Bustling

Through the corners

This small world

Around me

 

Very tightly

I hear all sounds

Like I would be their maker

 

A killer

By heart

Lives in my soul

Don’t come near me

Unless you will feed me

 

If you look at me closely

You see the symbolic never-ending circle

I cannot be caught

 

With black thoughts I go through life

Missing no one

Wanting nothing

But a home

At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.

— Warsan Shire

Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.

— James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

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