I see you, nostalgia! Making
the banal shape shift
Oh, you’re cruel But
I welcome you in
I get drunk with you
anyway
And now You have me lusting After furniture
I’ve cursed for bruising my toes Sheets that
smell sweet with my sweat Hallways that have steadied my step And a mountain I’ve ignored
And now I’m wondering
How a person leaves a place
Without their own bones?
Without the art that took a year to frame And the green crumbs that could still be salvaged
Without forgiveness from that friend.
Even though I know
the answer! I know
To clink a glass
And sigh a sky
To wipe the honey jar And pray out
loud to an empty room
To break my bones
and pack my bags
To kiss off the light switch
because my hands are full
And to close my eyes during this car ride.
I have always known that This is how to leave a city.
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