Brief Reluctance to Coming Home

Connor Donovan

White-knuckling luggage, I peek the crimson front door open. A weathered portico covers my apprehension, I sneak through the entryway. Greetings by tufts of charcoal dog Hair, weakly lit bulbs.

Mom and Dad trade two-word Replies to each other’s bickering, I settle into my abandoned childhood bed. A succulent lies shattered by the windowsill, Innocently murdered by animal Crusade throughout the vacant room.

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Calculated responses heighten tautness— Heighten humidity-stricken air, The cracked window breathes out To breathe in frost. It is winter but childishly embellished bedsheets Emulate war�����������y.

I descend steps to greet a pup Nuzzling a freshly folded blanket, ������������, Reminder of family sentiment.

Chests clam shortly before a quick release, Anxiety bowing to dignity, Will igniting to absolution.

Thank the folk music ambience, my parents’ turntable.

T hank the oriental rug, weathered woodwork creaks.

T hank the nightly candle smolder, bourbon neat.