by David Andrés Alíx

It is the same source
By which you feel
The most at home
While also the most
Displaced refugee

Rejoice with me
For it is the most
Joyful I have ever been

Do not be sad for me
Though it leaves me

My cheeks will be
Softened another day
By a saline solution
Half ecstasy
Half broken

I choose to rejoice with you
Please rejoice with me