it exists elsewhere

a hovering landmass, a printed name

on some drawing 

Man painted

men 

women 

who cry names

hovering 

in pain

in celebration

in admiration

in confinement

in love

in a hurry

and slowly they are ink

marking longing 
nostalgia

as

something bad

like words

that attempt to convey 

in form, meaning
some structure

what it is to 

to be 

born

to not

have

a home