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| 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
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