Hometown by Veronica Niero

My confession is: I’ve never really felt at home anywhere.
Like a migratory bird, I’ve always been restless and I am
even now, that there’s not an outside anymore. Even now,
that everywhere is home this is still just a house to me.
Just four walls and a bed and some storage room for my
thoughts.
Once I told you I wouldn’t like to buy a house.
It’s not that I could afford it anyway. You told me that’s what
adults do and I think maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s that I’m not
one.
I don’t know about mortgage and tax return and stable
jobs.
I never mow the lawn and sometimes I still get my laundry
wrong.
I barely know how to keep myself alive. Last month I
changed
a light-bulb by myself and felt like some kind of medal
worthy hero.
But I’m still scared of phone calls and answering the door.
I don’t know
about being safe and about love. Or at least I
didn’t know, before you.
So now, wherever you are, you’ll be my hometown. Which
is to say
the place where my best memories are kept, where I long
to return,
where there’s enough space for all my books and all the
poems
we’ve yet to live.

From: https://www.acumen-poetry.co.uk/veronica-niero/?doing_wp_cron=1609655602.3091530799865722656250

Date: 2020

By: Veronica Niero (19??- )

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