Haiti
Oh words, please come to me; I’m suffocating under you. Last night at midnight I returned back home from Haiti. It’s all reversed though, I now know. Home is a place inside of you that is carried with you; a place that travels the same roads as you, storing up all the pieces that resemble it. Home. We left to go to Haiti at 4am, as usual, and I dragged my feet the whole time. I stood outside Levi’s doorway with my palm pressed again his door, tears wetting my purple shir