The Roads Back: Poems from Anderson by R Hughes 1. The Road Down Scatterfield I drove Scatterfield again last Sunday— the asphalt softer than memory, strip malls rotted into absence, fields brittle from the June sun. This was the road where I once begged God to make me normal. This was the road where Mama whispered prayers instead of asking why I cried. I passed the trailer park where Troy showed me a switchblade and smiled like someone who knew how broken boys became men. The ghosts don’t scream now— they hum beneath my tires, singing a low song of what I survived.