Wendy Brown-Baez

Home for the Holidays

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Home for the holidays:
in my mother’s kitchen
is where I rest a while
while she stirs and whips

and the smell of “roast beast”
fills the pink-glazed air.
I didn’t stay there.

Home for the holidays:
one year my son called the police
because we feared the poison of his
fiancée’s intoxication might kill her.

My son spent the night with the phone
cradled to his ear, drove to jail to
pick her up in time for pancakes.

Home for the holidays:
my husband bought me a red
sweater, swinging with beads,
I bought him a tie and a ticket to my heart.

No one is more at home than
when we fight and shimmer,
when we call each other to the
carpet for past and future

sins, when we gaze into
each other and are blinded by
light and mistletoe.