Home is a place that doesn't exist
​by Alicia Wilson

Do I want to be home?
Every day syndrome
I never asked for
I don't want it anymore

The thing inside me wants to roam
The hills rid with catacombs
Including my own
The lore
of my youth. I want to be home.

But home is not here
     Nor there.
                   Nor anywhere.
It is hidden.

In heels pressing indents in loam
In the dirt in my pores
In trying to ignore
Feeling homesick

Do I want to be home?
My heart's soft tick.

Alicia Wilson is a second year PCC student starting her third year of college. She says, "I started out at an art school in Oakland, CA and quickly found my way back to Southern California, where I've basically lived my entire life. I have finally declared my major in English and am hoping to eventually combine my loves of writing and activism. I have a lot of freckles, my hair never stays one color for too long, and I love my cats more than most people." ​