come on in, i'll give you shelter from the storm

I'm talking to Mallori right now.
I'm laughing ridiculously right now
because she does that to me.
Each of the best friends from Dub-town
makes me laugh in their own special way.

with talisha i cackle.
with mallori i laugh loudly
with jamie i almost pee my pants
with eileen i shake my head and laugh

Bob Dylan sings to me tonight
and the wind harmonizes as it blows
tossing the Santa Clarita Valley in a strange funk
my stomach growls angry for a lack of food.
my heater humms
and Bob sings louder, blocking out everthing else

i bought new leopard print flats today.
my old ones had to leave.
I feel like its a new life now.
Like jamie with her journal
my old shoes were comfortable.

my body is on my bed.
my mind is in my head.
but my heart, my heart is in Mexico this week.
my home church is in a village outside of Mexicali
and that is where I should be
The city of angels doesn't need me
hollywood doesn't cry when i leave
valencia is not my home.

they are on a missions trip
visititing a village I fell in love with
a village that helped me so much
when i was there to help

jamie and i decided today
we should pretend we were in mexico
we decided we should wear long skirts
and tennis shoes and speak spanish
and wear no makeup.

but we didn't.
i think its for the better
i would have cried tears
that were meant to fall on mexican soil.

everything happens for a reason, karine-e-poo
and its living like that
that can be so difficult
i'm here in the united states for a reason
but that doesn't explain why my tummy is rumbling so much
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