Inspired by Sopyonje

Home, father, mother, son, daughter,
brother, sister,
words that we hold so dear,
put a "no" in front of them
and they become all the more significant...

Wandering the world, we search
for the home we once left, for the father, the mother,
which left us, the brothers and sisters
we've drifted from,
and the sons and daughters we've lost.
Love lost; life is spent in the lost and found,
reaffirming that we still have a place here.

Discourse

On a slow diarrhea to China,
I offer you some womb-sauce, you decline.
"But it's straight from the Unorthodoctor," I attest,
you take a rain check
from under your umbrella, and sign it
with your umbilical cord.
I say,
"You know, I've been thinking about history
lately...about, socio-political Geo Metros and
having a bagel in my
Toyota Supradialectical."
You say nothing, smiling from under your umbrella,
I hmpf, and we look into the rain.