A collection of memories in a film reel

Wood smoke, bug spray

Dust on my hands

Home is in the mountains

Head in your lap, play with my hair

Spotlights, music

Red shirt, red lips

A stranger in a friend, howling into the crowd

Home is on a stage

Smile, no teeth

Home is in your eyes

In your teasing lean

In your tipsy meander around town

I can't go home

Since home is not a place

But a collection of memories on a film reel

Repeating endlessly behind the eyes