November 3, 2007

Homesick collection

The man in the elevator
Smells like Daddy's chest on graduation day.

A crinkled flour bag
Are absent cookies
And the sprinkles she put on top
To match this season.

The remote control isn't mine.
I should leave this room
It's hers, not mine,
So I stay, but she's not protesting.

I look with you through
The garbage.
We find lots of good things
To mismatch this apartment.

The shower is a substitute
For the waves and algae and chlorine.
A moment in a subway car
is an adventure beyond Somerset.

The native spins yarns on a keyboard in bed--now without a cord.
And sings quietly on a train platform, longing for an engine.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at November 3, 2007 9:18 AM | TrackBack

Amanda just get busy and the time will pass fast. Just think you have 2 cousins in a country where they can not speak the language. What are you cooking for thanksgiving? I will probbly buy a chicken but not from the store where you did the interview/ I know it is hard to be away from home. I am going to Fl. for a week to visit to my cousin that I have not seen for about 40 years.Love ya grandma

Posted by: grammy at November 3, 2007 8:09 PM

Oh, I'm all right, Grandma, and I am more than busy, but it's nice to stop every once and a while and reflect on things like this. I'm not depressed, just thinking about the small things that call me home in the middle of this new life.

Posted by: Amanda at November 3, 2007 10:09 PM
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