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the empire of light-magritte

when they said home
i thought of magritte, when
they said ‘you’, i thought of
princess nokia.

you know that
there is something in my sisters
that my mother envies for me
in my place. there is something
in me that my father prayed not
to be passed down to my sisters.

when they said home, i
thought of that painting with a night
scene but a clear blue sky.

when you said home i said future
but also past
i thought
about when still renting
you woke me up
with the flash of your iphone camera.