And I Tell Myself, A Moon Will

I Am From There. I Am From Here. I Am Not There And I Am Not Here. I Have Two Names, Which Meet And Part, And I Have Two Languages. I Forget Which Of Them I Dream In.

I Have Learned And Dismantled All The Words In Order To Draw From Them A Single Word: Home.

And I Tell Myself, A Moon Will Rise From My Darkness.

We Are Captives Of What We Love, What We Desire, And What We Are.

Where Can I Free Myself Of The Homeland In My Body?