-- Radical Face
I am coming home
a place of in between
tell me I belong
in the picture fixed
to the gummy stripes
of a picture album page
there in shadow of a place
layered in leaves and creeks
and the cuffs of rolled up
blue jeans tell me that
I am the girl who clung
to the rails of a rusting
fence barbs dulled red and
easily pulled away to escape
tell me again that I have not
been gone too long that I still
cast a silhouette on the floor
from the sun streaming through
my grandmother’s hands
I cannot be separated from my
people I grow like a pansy in
early summer my blooms drain
purple into white petals I am
overgrown reaching for the
sun vining like twisted green
arms wrapping around
the apparition of memory
tell me tell me again
that I am home in the
clefts of living and have lived
that I still dwell there a small
child under the old tree
reading and watching the sky
a cloud passed and reminded me
I am coming home
