THE EXPATRIATE MEMBER

Scheduled to return the 20th, bells tinkle
And have we things to show you!
    A new fireplace burning ceramic logs.
    A centerpiece of photographs from your long away,
    inscribed, sequential, impeccably framed. You will like us still,
your favorite things defrosting just in time.

Nepal, Narobi, Taiwanese women?
We've made the carpets redder just for this.

    Crossing the Baluchistan desert we can't pronounce
    The train crash you fled
    When a figure against adobe cast brilliant orange contrast
    Of six burning floats
    In the ship with Caroline, Petra, Jean-Paul
    Somewhere in Greece
    This one shows a bearded grin we don't recall
We have no account of a Pakistani sinking the long knife that soaked you,
the square notch in his windpipe, on sand, choking,
         But the sunrise that morning from the dunes
         The tent sites, a village market stand for melons

We'll ask if you notice changes in the room -
where the sofas are kept, and details of finer decor.
  Our most perceptive member...
You were a shy boy when you were young.

    -Jennifer Connolly
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