How to Go Home

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Think of your mother making coffee

early on Sundays. How she pours

water into the machine carefully,

 

the folds of her skin blue and soft

in morning light. How she moves

about the house in a slow circle

 

while the coffee brews, opening

each window to let the breeze in.

How the little dog follows her

 

like she is some kind of beacon,

both of them stepping in and out

of patches of sun on carpet. How,

 

in moments of sun, your mother’s

bathrobe almost glows. This dance

is a map. This memory a compass.

 

She is not where you are going

or where you have been.


Photo by Bronx

 

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About Author

Michelle Reed is a Michigan native working as a freelance writer and editor in Chicago. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Split Lip Magazine, Watershed Review, Lunch Ticket, and The Smoking Poet, among others. She has an MA in English from Bucknell University.

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