i came in last night with two bags over my shoulder.
two wife beaters on and jeans with two gaping wholes in each knee.
a blue camaflage bandana over messy short hair and a rusting hoop dangling from each ear.
i came home last night with laceless shoes splitting open at the seems
and no gum because i'm trying to save my teeth.
i came home last night tilted sideways because of the bags
and the car keys falling from left hand fingers.
i came home last night through the garage
slamming the dust covered door of my toy and textbook filled car.
i came home last night into a dimly lit house
where people were watching tv upstiars.
and i thought, rather felt as i climed those stairs,
quiet-immaculate-nice atmosphere,
how strange it was for me to belong
and belong in a place like this.
