“Where are you from?”
I don’t’ have one home.
Borders create order
a 9-5-comfort disorder
Australian, Hungarian,
that witty contrarian
bling bling Bavaria
came back to Bulgaria
Tijuana, Savannah
imaginary nirvana
Cuba, Aruba, Bhutan, Kazakhstan
maybe it ends in Saskatchewan
what is a home, what is a town
why describe yourself with a noun
“Where are you from?”
the right answer is here, or near
why isn’t this clear
the imagination’s disabled
by checkboxes and labels
there are no nations
no end destinations
just human relations
without limitations