even their God was underwater

"Home sweet home", my mother said

as we pulled off the exit to Homestead

and started making our way further south

If we were going to live on an island

it could at least have been a real one, 

Hawaii, Puerto Rico, Fiji for Chrissake

What kind of island can you drive to?

Passing swamp, billboards, and wreaths

marking car accidents

If I had known better I'd have felt more seeing them

being that The Accident was happening

In a few long days I'd remember, disbelieving,

how full of angst I'd been over something like moving

Now my afternoons were full of blank stares

half hearted prayers to Jesus and Oprah Winfrey alike

and clutching the shirt of yours I found in my bag

If I resented my mother before, I hated her now

mostly for finding ways to smile once or twice a day

All I kept wondering was if you could see me, hear me

know how much I was missing and needing you

Ultimately that didn't matter much

being that you couldn't let me know

Ten years later, I'd be in California

with a new girl whose name started with P

five letters long, small but strong, 

like you

She'd hold me now since you couldn't

and I'd still wonder if you were holding me too



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life felt pointless, like lines leading nowhere

No sound is more familiar to a kid

then the glaring response of a parent

saying only "because I said so"

And so it was for me

That was that

We were leaving

Again.

No matter that I'd found you

No matter that life was good

or that I had one for once

a full one, for the first time

The road was too tempting

the local men too disappointing

So we were headed Southeast

Home.

That's where Mom said we would go

and where I said we'd be leaving

Words could be argued, sure

but we were going either way

"because I said so"

You and your mom gave me gifts

a sweet goodbye card from a shop

and a possession so very prized

it has never been unwrapped

Years later your mom told me

that it rained the three days that we drove

You could not be consoled, but kept saying

"the gods are crying, Mom, they're crying

because she left"

She never told me what she said in reply

and I wonder to this day 

From within my mother's Honda

I harbored anxiety, manifested in

an "uneasy feeling in my stomach.

The kind you get when you realize

you actually have no control" 

Little did I know then, in that car,

that such feelings were only beginning

From there they Jes Grew

soon enough my skin would crawl

my heart would ache

my voice would retire

the words of strangers and family alike

would become meaningless

mere Mumbo Jumbo

to a hurting near-teenager

without a soul to call friend

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A summer well spent

We didn't know then what a cliche it was

but the summer seemed full of possibility

Finally, we were free agents let loose

to do whatever we could find worth doing

Away from all the normal kids with their

normal families, names, and crosses

we could just be us

I had never been so enamored with anyone

Sixty sleepless sleepovers later and I still

had hundreds of questions for you

We could never seem to talk enough

your mother said we laughed too much

and we'd both seen each other cry

When we tired of our trips to the park

and preteen movie marathons

we took to a better reality

We read through Harry Potter books

slouched against your closet walls

cloaked in clothes hung overhead

At school, preacher's kids had glared at us:

two hell-bound Hermione types

but now it was summer

We could brush up on our spells all afternoon

ever perfecting our British accents 

We could never be foreign enough

In preparation for Fall, we even invented

our very own written language

Inspired by hieroglyphics, we ensured

that none of the locals would ever

really know us…

at least not by our notes

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