back woods

back home in back woods back where rain smells like more than sweat and the after taste of fish but is breath we breathe infinitely back washed in back roads and slammed toes in corners of doors mamma i remember how you taught me to cook here in this kitchen before remodeling was done before i left and was gone but these back stoves and black cloves were ingredients to love one another for more than one year for more than one lifetime but many like these back roads we drive to solace the stomach pains of homesick and wicked decisions we come back here back where rain is the direction to sounding of thunder streaks behind mountain creeks and back home back home where we started