From Issue 12: Homecoming

D.G. Geis

 

Maybe
she’s gone home
to see her mother.

Standing again
on the platform at Union Station
with a toddler in each hand,

clutching a battered suitcase,
waiting to board the Santa Fe
and a sleeper to Oklahoma City.

Earlier she tried
to pull her gown off
(a common occurrence

the hospice nurse
tells us),
and now lies pinned in the

wreckage of unsacked linen
as still and unsurprising
as a car on blocks.

Gown lifted,
her bruised veins mark
roads to somewhere

beyond the edges of most maps,
a geography as plain and simple
as a Tulsa parking lot.

With daylight leaking
through half raised blinds
and the sun throwing off its clothes

with all the reckless abandon
of a drunken teenager,
I wonder how many lives

once folded in that beat up suitcase,
now being lifted by two helpful attendants
struggling to get her on board.

 

9tv7hjrr6awwqd2noyfj_greg-headshot2D.G. Geis lives in Houston, Texas. He has published extensively, both here and abroad, most recently in Fjords, Poetry Scotland (Open Mouse) and Blowsoft. He will be featured in a forthcoming Tupelo Press anthology and is winner of Blue Bonnet Review’s Fall 2015 PoetryContest. He is editor-at-large of Tamsen.