third culture kid/reentry

I am of this place’s history

but I hold nothing here

but the chilled dirt & leaves

and the occasional pull of


the rest is dry-heat

blowing me back,

the warm breezes

pull at my heart

and Skin,

baking love deep into my veins

that missing-all comes like an easy heartbeat.


2 thoughts on “third culture kid/reentry

  1. Loved this. “airintomylungs” made me, literally, take a sharp breath and I thought it really made a powerful punctuation. I felt the dry wind in my throat and felt that heartbeat you mention in the last line. The rhythm was in the poem was in my chest was quite lovely. This a gem. Beautifully done.

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