together

stromboli in the

oven

it is apparent that

I’m

not the same

messy about emotions

laughing about it

together

shrubs and trains and milkweed

surround the hill

you just hold me so sweetly

something I cannot

let go of

I need the familiarity of family

coming home

to mom singing African hymns and

bringing flowers for grandma

let’s talk about nothing and something

the release of the day in my mother’s wink

at the table with everyone

while grandma rambles on
and Simon grabs more watermelon

the light in my little room as the world

darkens

the white blanket and pages and pages

of fashion