In the same vein then
A continuous homesick throbbing.
A steady stream of memory beats
In my heart my temples my wrists.
Every spurt a small nostalgic remembrance-
How you can buy a single cigarette instead of an entire pack
The tiny fragile measures of filter coffee, strong tea
The freshly squeezed orange juice at the fresh fruit juice corner.
Every throb a sob
A sniff a whimper
A childish hiccough of
I want to go home.
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