elementary school geography
on growing into the world
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i stuck dozens of thumbtacks
red and blue and yellow
into a faded pastel map of the world
that my third grade teacher gave me
when i found a euro on the playground
and asked questions about the places
where they don’t look for lucky pennies
i tore holes in the countries i thought i might
want to call home someday, imagining
what it might feel like to turn foreign to familiar
friends have gps coordinates tattooed across their left ribs
or securely fastened to gold chains around their necks
so certain of where the grass is always
waiting for the weight of their feet
they are bound to fixed places i’ve never known
i am searching for cross streets
new england front porches with potted geraniums
on the steps and mom in the kitchen
making snickerdoodles and a pot of earl grey tea
searching for dutch canals to bike along with the wind
at my back and corner cafés in france
where we all know each other by name
and pause at the same time each day for a madeleine
searching for exhales that come easy and
sunshine that leaves good morning kisses
planted on my cheekbones
by now it takes all my fingers and toes to count
the number of places i’ve called home
and sometimes i wonder how many actually merit
that name and whether definitions are written
with the lavender smells of the laundry machine
and cursive roots of the tree we planted
in one front yard when i was two
or if they’re better off penned with winding cobblestones
and foreign alphabets, punctuated by
sharp inhales of awe at all the different colors
the sun can set with
maybe i’m not meant for permanent
declarations of belonging
or a map with only one thumbtack
and if i keep chasing sharp inhales
and easy exhales and sun-kissed freckled cheekbones
i will run out of pastel-colored boxes to poke holes in
let all the shapes blur together
i will stop trying to define home as a singular noun
and instead let its four walls hold all the places
i’ll ever feel free
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