My House | Olena Jennings | The Piltdown Review

My House

My House

Let me give you my address

so that if you are in the neighborhood

you can drive by,

see if they’ve repainted.

You might also see someone I used to know.

Maybe eventually

we will see each other.

Let me give you my address

so that you can find it

on a map,

so that at least you will know

where I came from,

at least someone will know

where I came from.

On the map

it’s the pale orange shape

next to the light blue

of the water

where I walked on the wet sand

dragging a stick, drawing

a line that would lead back.  

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