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Jul 2015
I awake each day
hoping,
waiting,
to breathe in,
and feel like I'm home.
I wait,
for a breath of familiarity.

fa·mil·iar·i·ty
fəˌmilyˈerədē/
noun
close acquaintance with or knowledge of something.

Like, for example,
the smell of your bedsheets in the morning,
what they smell like at night,
the warm grip of anxiety on your stomach
or the taste of your tears.

Or,or,
the taste of mom's chocolate-chip cookies,
or how strong dad's aftershave smells first thing in the morning,
the sound of my brothers fighting,
or how home felt,
just right.
Kit
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