Eli Netzer

THAT MARVELOUS NOSTALGIA

The countries I have been in
yet never visited
fill me with nostalgia
for the place I distance myself from.

I have seen people whose homes are far from their place
and their place isn’t home,
they should have been fish or birds
or what-have-you
that may be captured as memories or as dreams.

I myself reside within myself right now
and myself is neither house nor fortress
but frail, vulnerable flesh and fragile loves
and that marvelous nostalgia
for all the things I’m not
but perhaps could have been.

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