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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