Casa Uno
And tomorrow, the day I go home,
a juxtaposition will lay down
into me like two opposing sides
splitting my body in two diff-
erent colors.
Aligning the poles of a Northern New York college student
and a Central-American, Costa Rican white blonde girl
that miss of moist warmth
the climate type and of familial
warmth
soft mothers’ skin and a head on
a father’s chest. A brother whose
tactless jokes cut
others deeply but show me that there is
someone honest left in this world.