Poetry  – 

Back Where You Came From

If you want to go back, take your first turn at the stop sign,
            left. Continue on. Still with your eyes masked.
            Still with the fresh-ginned cotton in your ears.
            It’s easy going where you came from. Pack
            a picnic. Fresh fruit and juice and fancy cheeses
            you can’t hoard. Eat it all along the way.
To get back where you came from you’ve got to stay straight
            a long time. You’ll think you’ve gone too far,
            but your mind can’t be trusted. Let your femur
            guide you to the monument. Let your leg bone
            lead your knee bone to the alabaster angel
            in the churchyard. You are almost there.