Place
The art on my walls are falling
down, one by one
the glue that held them up
through last winter
is letting go—
they say
it's the humidity of this place
that makes things, people,
never wanting to stay too close,
too long, together.
An archive and reflection of my writing process since 2006.
Place
The art on my walls are falling
down, one by one
the glue that held them up
through last winter
is letting go—
they say
it's the humidity of this place
that makes things, people,
never wanting to stay too close,
too long, together.