Ode to a Home by Chloe Wilson

  Arthur Maderson, La Vigan, Night Market, France

Arthur Maderson, La Vigan, Night Market, France

the taste of the humidity

brings tears to your eyes

salting the sweet sour plum juice that - 

(maybe it's just you)

tastes like barbeque

 

the humidity curls the paper's edge

melting the ink off the words

you never could read

 

you quietly mouth

the recognizable few, relishing

in their warm homecoming

 

into your mouth

salivating the smells of a night market

stinking of fermented tofu

next to the eggy batter of delicacies

 

sold into the morning

smiling with a sigh

as the cohesive chaos of vegetables

and knickknacks and fish and bags and

 

enveloping your ears eyes elbows

until you are

 

one with it.