My hometown feels
\nAs if it is something
\nBoth mine and
\nNever meant for me.<\/p>\n
I do not know
\nMost of the residentsThe grocery story
\nIs full of faces
\nI should recognize.<\/p>\n
I do not recognize the people<\/p>\n
I recognize the sunrise and sunsets
\nThe old buildings
\n(who they house unclear)<\/p>\n
I recognize a place
\nMy peers grew up
\nAnd wonder how they feel about it<\/p>\n
I am outside the borders,
\nI hold nostalgia for
\nAn experience
\nI barely had.<\/p>\n
I long more
\nTo climb the tree
\nIn my grandmas yard again<\/p>\n
Than introduce myself
\nTo my neighbors.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Tessa Renken My hometown feels As if it is something Both mine and Never meant for me. I do not know Most of the residentsThe grocery story Is full of faces I should recognize. I do not recognize the people I recognize the sunrise and sunsets The old buildings (who they house unclear) I recognize… <\/p>\n