HomeA Poem by Brittany Bostic
I want my cold front steps,
covered in a thick layer of white, fluffy snow. I want to get the wrong coffee flavor from the women who doesn't speak english down the street. I want to read a book on my big red couch when I should be acting social. I want to pet my cat until she gets annoyed with me and runs away, galloping through the house. I want to order fries from the women with the drawn on eyebrows. I want to repeat my order three times before they understand it. I want to hear the sirens of the sins outside of my room late into the night. I want to wonder what strange cat will wonder onto my porch the next day. I want to hear my family's loud feet on the tile floor bellow me as I am waiting for breakfast. I want to smell chicken slow cooking all day, making us all hungry. I want to feel that fluttering in my stomach when my love holds my hand. I want to fall into his arms and feel his hand in my hair. I want to go to a kickboxing class on a regular Wednesday evening. I want to put up my Christmas decorations while Santa Baby plays over our house speakers. I want to live in my house again. I want to wake up to my family again. I want to eat real food again. I want to be home again. And now I can be.
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StatsAuthorBrittany BosticMDAboutTo write is to live and feel passion seething through your veins that somehow shows up in words on paper. I love words and the strange way that they use themselves to portray everything we have in.. more..Writing
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