IT WAS ALWAYS LATE WHEN

               WE LEFT FOR HOME

                          Will de Kypia






Outside, nothing except our headlights

and the lights of one other car, also lost


-Mommy, are we lost?

-No, dear, we're not lost.


          They weren't really friends, just

              neighbors who hardly deigned...


Inside, two cigarettes glow while

the radio plays cool jazz tracks


-What a big house! Are they rich now?

-They're richer than some people are.


          What pretentious phonies!

              Hiring a caterer, acting as if

                  they were born with a silver...


Parents in the front

Children in the back


-Did Daddy get a ticket to ride on an airplane?

-No, Daddy got his ticket for something else.


          Why the hell did you bring that up?

              It is none of anybody's goddamn

                 business if some dumbass cop...


A landfill's low hills are lit by

the flares of its putrefraction


-Those blue lights are pretty.

-They are lovely nightlights.


          Guess what! Silly me didn't turn off

              the oven after I took out the cake

                  which Carol chose not to serve...


Broken dog lying against the curb

Not stirring despite the rising wind


-Can we watch TV when we get home?

-No, you kids will be sound asleep then.


          The bank sent a notice to remind us we

              only have till the first of next month to...


Junkwood haze rises in a vacant city lot

Vagrants' eyes limply stare as we hurry by


-Some people made a fire in a garbage can.

-Tonight will be very cold. They'll want a fire.


          We need to buy new shoes for the kids

              before the school year starts but since...


Traffic lights we pause at

Stop signs we slide past


-Why would anyone live here?

-This is where their home is.


          Are you sure you're OK to drive?

              I think it might be better if you let...


Driving down empty streets

Dark, dirty, and dangerous


-How much longer until we get home?

-Not long, sweetie, we'll be home soon.


          If you don't make the kids shut up

              back there I am going to stop this

                  car right smack dab in the middle...


An abandoned factory with

its roof half-collapsed and

every window shattered


-Children, be quiet so Daddy can drive.

-We promise we will be quiet, Mommy.


          Doctor Alexander called me himself

              and said your blood test was positive...


A metallic slagheap stench assaults us

Our throats gag, our hearts skip a beat


          Everyone hold their breath! Are all

              the windows rolled up all the way?

                  Can't you go any faster than this?


The road twists, sharply

Tires skid, dangerously


          For God's sake slow down,

              you're overreacting as usual,

                  it's not the end of the world...


The car reeks of tobacco smoke

Door handles are meat hooks

The trunk a capacious coffin


          Be careful, the guy behind

              us looks like he's going to...


Two angry horns blare at each other

A pair of red taillights zips around us


          Are you finally ready to let me drive?


          Do we have enough gas to get home?


          Why can't you think about your family?


Suddenly we're caught in a blizzard swirling like a

snow globe shaken and the flakes refuse to settle


                         Too dark

                              Too cold

                                   The wind

                                        Too late


Our little town does not appear


No bungalows, row of shops, butcher and baker

No schools or library, no church with a steeple

Not even one streetlight to brighten the night


The home we're searching for is not here


          Maybe you forgot it at the office again. You

            should ask her where you put it this time.


-Mommy, are we lost now?

-Yes, my darling, we are.


It was always late when we left for our home

A treaure we'd lost and would never recover


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