Dec 12, 2022
2 min read
In Between Addresses: Prose Poem
Something different I’ve done a hundred times before
I’ve fallen in between addresses. Again. Like mail that wasn’t meant to be sent — spurning the myth of eternity “oh, you’re always going to be here…”
The old place isn’t falling apart. Maybe I am. The bricks and radiators, the unused fireplace with a brilliant yellow maple mantle, all four…
