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.