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Right Back Where We Started From by Merissa Ren

In by New Author on November 22, 2010 at 2:44 pm

The moment the wheels hit the tarmac,
it’s there slipping up from the hold, in the vents, maneuvering around
the visitors.
The lets grab lunches and long time no talks that all mean the same
thing start pulling pulling into the comfortable habits, the petrified
past person.
Jump in the shower, scrub it off: not the travel but the home.
The faucets are all new.
Mom! When did we get these spoons?
Mom! Why can I see my face in the mirror while I pee!
Did I suddenly grow?
Oh no, I just had Jose put in a new toilet.


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