Why did I never see it for what it was: abundance.
Two families, two different kitchen tables,
two sets of rules, two creeks, two highways,
two stepparents with their fish tanks or eight tracks
or cigarette smoke or expertise in recipes or reading skills.
I cannot reverse it, the record scratched and stopping
to that original chaotic track.
But let me say, I was taken back and forth
on Sundays and it was not easy
but I was loved in each place.
And so I have two brains now.
Two entirely different brains.
The one that always misses where I'm not,
the one that is so relieved to finally be home.
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