Writer and recent divorcee
writing about her life
returns to her childhood home
the very subject
to some extent her brand
observes the results.
A 40-year-old blocked experiment
exquisitely comedic
with mercurially melancholy moods
she comes, stifled.
Attempts to recapture fall flat
reliving her own past
moves back.
She persists in crying
more likely to bask in
awkwardness and embarrassment
than adulation, or leave behind
beats subtly borrowed from her love life, her world,
her troubled relationships.
Her old room reflects reality
and glimpses of high-school-era glory.
She hopes that passions
sprung from a lifetime of habits
will inform a potentially bright future
a narrative lightbulb
the switch just beyond her fingertips.