This Is What I Call ‘Home’

If home is a place,

I haven’t found it yet.

If home is a person,

then I get evicted all too much.

A car has only ever been my room,

For no one else waited in the car with me

As my mother ‘left for groceries’.

Is this why I am always hungry?

I ask my father

why sleep forgets to visit him,

And his bones

Show more than the stars.

He replies,

“Work holds me during visiting hours,

and I know you’re hungrier than me.”

I ask my mother

why my siblings never smile at me,

and why she is only around

when dad isn’t.

She replies,

“Your siblings are not made of the same stardust,

And your father

knows I love the night sky.

The one thing I know

is that family is my home

and my house may have no roof,

but it's okay that way.

Because the stars twinkle

and the moon grins

the same way my parents do

when I’m home.