a photo can bring back a memory so strong
I haven’t seen this in a while, I forgot about it
the smells, the sounds, the
feelings of being safe somewhere
tumbling down the stairs, spying, little robot games, that thing called a computer,
sleepovers and magic tricks and too-adult-movies
the first season of futurama, the spice girls, hanukah and presents
even though (you’re not quite one of us)
you could be one of us tonight.
the smell in the kitchen and the way my socks slid across the
warm tiles in the evening, just as warm in the morning.
took a shower away from home and fiddled with those
stranger knobs, stranger temperatures, stranger steam and stranger towels.
looking at a photo, pulling all these connections
nodes into nodes into electrical currents into feelings
of a second family i’d forgotten all about.