I see you as the nest I use when love birds are hungry and need a stop to be fed I see you as my home and often times my home’s a mess inside and out sometimes its spotless, but just on the outside on the inside, there’s a burning candle I’ve left on so that the smell of my insecurities don’t fill up the room so the flame can shed some light on my darkest thoughts I see you as my home a home, I could be taking better care of but society, you, mom, aunty, uncle Jose, all have something to share about my weight the weight I carry with me they believe it’s just as simple as blowing out a candle but all I see is the smoke all I see are the fears hidden behind the shadows in the corners of my room waiting, for the lights to be turned off, so they could feast on me. -Massiel Alfonso