Other Words for Home

by Jasmine Warga

I wonder if it is exhausting to be a tree. To lose something, year after year, only to trust that it will someday grow back.

Lucky. I am learning how to say it over and over again in English. I am learning how it tastes— sweet with promise and bitter with responsibility.

I’ve decided it is very American to have the audacity to claim that three things add up to everything.