January 4

Where is home?
I can sense it
in every place where
I feel like myself
It's your breaths next to mine
my dog's chin firm on my leg
the taste of brownie batter on a spoon
stubbing my toe on shoes you left out
a shower in a sun-lit room
our bedspread worn with the smell of us
the burn of saltwater on my lips
the smell of paper and coffee in a bookstore
heavy eyelids relaxed in the sun
cramps in my fingers
as words escape me