poem: How do we go home?
I forgot how to go home,
I tell her
As I search the closet
Blue, green, red, black
Dammit, what!
What colour is home?
Is it happy? Or are the
Walls still damp?
Do the questions still linger on
the gates: this face is of a
girl? a boy? or is it just mine?
Is it happy enough?
Is my hair the right length?
Am I to wear a shirt, a hat
A gown, a what?
or simply a tag that says
I’m person enough and to hell with all?
I forgot–
I forgot how I ever went home
“You wear masks at home?”
She asks me quietly
I look-
Don’t we all?
