Will You–ever know the long ass journey it took on two Pan Am flights,
the gapping loss I felt,
the foreign tastes that I couldn’t wash away fast enough?
Will You–
ever know the deep-rooted longing for…
the daily melding of two halves,
the yearning to return and taste and smell and see and feel,
to return only to feel foreign and placeless like a floating plastic bag that no one will claim?
Will You–
want to know me–
Fully
flawed and brilliant,
hyperbolic activist filled to the brim with a pure honesty that will grab your heart and make you feel
Will You?
