She hesitated,
 
 unsure
 
 that I was me.
 
 Her smile
 
 dissolved,
 
 ghostlike.
 
 But then
 
 she waved,
 
 and my family
 
 flooded me.
 
 Homecomings Are Strange
 
 You come home,
 
 and everyone talks
 
 at once
 
 and everyone asks
 
 questions,
 
 but no one waits for the answers.
 
 Instead they talk about themselves,
 
 what they’ve been
 
 up to,
 
 what they’re going
 
 to do next,
 
 as if you’re a photo on the wall.
 
 And then they talk to one another,
 
 forgetting you’ve just
 
 flown in,
 
 forgetting you’re in
 
 the backseat,
 
 forgetting they’ve already said it all.
 
 And you want to shout,