Kingsley & San Marino - Joyce Kim

The white apartment on Kingsley and San Marino
I call this place home
I look to this place for comfort
The physical needs are met: a roof over my head,
food to eat,
a bed that uplifts my body

As soon as I step into this place I call home,
My eyes see two bodies existing in the living room
My nose smells the overly ripe bowl of bananas
My mouth tastes the sweet banana
My ears listen to the loud television noise
My hands feel my heart

As soon as I step into this place I call home,
My heart sees how bright the lights are 
but feels the darkness
My heart smells the aroma of the banana 
but feels the bitterness
My heart tastes the luscious banana
but feels the loneliness
My heart listens to the noise that fills up this house
but feels the silence
My heart feels 

I fall into my bed,
My fast heartbeat sinks
I close my eyes and dream

When I wake up, I will still call this place home

The white apartment on Kingsley and San Marino
I call this place home

When I look to this place for comfort, my heart frowns
The needs are not met: no one to share my feelings with,
no one at the dinner table,
a bed that uplifts my worries & drowns the body in the sea of despair

Yet today, I will still sink into that bed—my bed
My bed will uplift my body
I will be swimming in distress,
But no worries
No worries