there’s a strange mirroring going on these days with three years ago, though i am more aware now. stronger, i suppose.
i am pulling back, however. writing poems in the library and freezing in the 1/2 bus shelter while the #1 takes 20 minutes longer than it should. walking down the stairwell, hours earlier, i realize the man walking upward is my former partner, and i look to the floor before he raises his eyes to see me. neither of us want to know the other has acknowledged their existence.
in nine months i will try to leave this city for another, and the journey will continue.













