or Aunt Cora, though it really
should feel that way. Not with
Trey, wherever he might settle
down if they actually let him go.
No, Home is somewhere else.
I don’t know if it’s a place
I’ve already been, or one
I’ve yet to find. But I’m pretty
sure the answer is tangled up
in Where I Came From.
AND WHERE I CAME FROM
Is tangled up
in those faces
I see. At least,
I’m pretty sure
it is. No one here
will tell me much
about why I’m here.
Other than the jail
thing, which I get.
But I know I must
have more family
somewhere. Why
have they never
tried to get hold
of me? It’s all so
confusing, especially
when the people
I do have insist
on keeping secrets.