Rupi Kaur

Did you think i was a city big enough for a weekend getaway?

I am the town surrounding it, the one you’ve never heard of but always pass through

There are no neon lights here, no skyscrapers or statues

but there is thunder, for I make bridges tremble

I am not street meat, I am homemade jam thick enough to cut the sweetest thing your lips will touch

I am not police sirens, I am the crackle in a fireplace

I’d burn you and you wouldn’t take your eyes off me

I am not a hotel room, i am home

I am not the whiskey you want. I’m the water you need

Don’t come here with expectations and try to make a vacation out of me

~Read by Megan Webster