i woke up in the suburbs again

and the
sun
was soft
on my skin
as my boy
sat at
the kitchen
island counter
in a rare
moment of
silence
as i reached down
through
the
screams of
light to
grab the
world’s headlines
as i looked
around
at the
quiet
neighboring
homes and
felt
as though
i was
nowhere
at
all
and it
was a delight
to
know
that
i
could
have
been in
a
smog
infested city
center
or
in
the
middle
of oblivion
of rural
america
as
i pressed
the
garage door
closed
and
saw my son
angle
towards
my
gaze
as
though
we
had seen
each other
for
the
first time
in
weeks.