Homecoming

Homecoming When I emptied my house of myself the world came in. Rooms are rainbowed with iridescent flies catching sun in air like water drops. Wasps cruise head high, yellow legs dangling like airmen's neckscarves. Ants drill on window sills, and every corner's softened into web. My absence meant home to so many — now, coming back with you, there will be many small deaths. BETTY FLOWERS ...