Open your hands and say something.

When I'm Home

I remember snow pants
and the gems on my hat
we played in the snow,
came inside for hot chocolate and

I woke up, confused
Standing in the kitchen
Dressed like a kid
The house is warm and smells good and

Dressing up in her old jewelry,
waiting for dessert,
On the carpet, quietly
feeling the prickly fake plants and glistening geodes and

I remember yellows
and oranges and browns
Our house, in the early two thousands
I can hear it, when I
Wake up,
confused,
My pink blanket over me,
The same warmth,
the same door,
The same blinking smoke detector and

The family has come over
for dinner,
The house is warm and smells good and
I'm still a little confused
A little nervous, and
I don't really live here, anymore.

I remember snow pants,
and the gems on my hat-
It's all photos and knowing
now.