Between Homes

(the heights
summer ’19)

bando calls one night
he sounds uncertain

says he can’t find me
in the map of his mind
can’t picture rooms i sleep in

can’t trace the roads
or render the structures
connecting us together

i must re-learn
to pin myself down

i close my eyes
picturing the time
he taught me to read a map

lorain county hangs
above dad’s workbench
my small hands seeking home

summer ’92)