Without a Home
He snapped around the bend on Henry Street.
Seconds later, high beam lights infringed
in the cracked apartment window. The Ram’s horn
uproars the silent, cool midnight vibe. Quickly
dodging shards of mirror glass in the carpet,
Mom unpacked twice, then packed again.
Work shoes, toothbrushes, formula,
my bookbag, and Em’s diapers. She paused—
gazed over at my sister in her car seat,
drool dripping and glossing over her bunny.
My mom, stuck on Em, then me—
Her chickadees, she called us. Said we glowed.
The horn on his candy-apple red pickup
blared on, so loud, Mom covered her ears
fell into the floor and cried diamonds brighter
than his broken glass, brighter than us,
and she knew the answer right then—
we weren’t ready to go back to that empty house.
Alexis Hamlin is a sophomore at Monroe Community College where she studies creative writing, particularly poetry. Her fictional best friend would be Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games, as they both have quick tempers and even quicker wits.