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I really enjoyed this exercise. Not sure how good a poem I wrote, but I enjoyed writing it, which is maybe the point. Here it is:

***

How to make a grilled cheese sandwich

Drop some butter into a small sauce pan and let it melt.

Toast up two pieces of bread.

Smear them with butter on one side.

Lay one slice butter side down on the fry pan.

Turn the heat on low and let it sit.

Add one thick slice of cheddar to the toast in the pan.

Lay on two strips of crispy bacon that you were smart enough to have prepped ahead of time.

Drizzle the cheese and bacon with that knock-off sriracha-sauce you bought a couple of months ago but haven't dared to open yet.

Lay the other slice of toast on top, butter-side up.

Get the heavy spatula out of the rack under the sink where we keep it.

Press down firmly on the sandwich until your arm gets tired.

Flip it over, do it again.

And again.

And again.

Until your sandwich has compressed to a flat, crispy golden square, bacon and cheddar leaking out the sides and dripping into your frying pan where they steam and sizzle away.

Lift it off the hot frying pan and carefully lay it on a plate.

Slice it in half diagonally.

Always diagonally.

Serve with potato chips and a coke.

***

How to Come Home

Drop some coins

into the green ticket machine and let it beep.

Take up two tickets

Paid in full.

Crease them and

Hide them in your wallet.

Put one out to use now

Inside the station.

Slide your suitcase into the rack

and let it ride

Add one souvenir

From the cart to the pile of gifts in your bag.

Pull out the book and the headphones that you were smart enough to have prepped

ahead of time.

Turn on your music

and open your book

To that passage you keep coming back to and fail to read it again because

You have it

Memorized.

Play the music you have queued,

Volume up.

Remember the heavy spatula in the rack under the sink

where we keep it.

Press down firmly on the emotions, tears

until your eyes get tired.

Restart the playlist,

do it again.

And again.

And again.

Until your composure has returned to a flat,

Businesslike resolve,

Memory and worry leaking out the sides and dripping tears out of your eyes where they are brushed and scrubbed away.

Get off the hot, crowded train and

carefully make your way to a place

Where you know how things are done and where you always have

A place.

Always.

Open the door with hugs and

a smile.

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Thanks for sharing this! This is a good poem! I love how it stirs up feelings of warmth, nostalgia, and longing in my even though my experience of going home is quite different and doesn't involve trains at all.

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