Moving armloads of coats and sweaters from one spot
to the next, no shopping cart, the luxury of a strong back,
a tidal shift in homesickness, my door scraping in a new way,
dog shampoo in the trash can, but the dog is dirty, the dog is right here....
I say "Home" forwards, like Judy Garland, milk bubbling at the lip
I say Home backwards, "Emoh"
aspirating the "h", like it is Arabic
or Hebrew, thick in the throat
or Dog, the sound for collar too tight
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