Richardson

Poem

 

As the wallpaper curled we lost everything
every gift we gave
every word we ever said
from the basement explosion
that seeped into carpet fibers and looked out over the car port
the flames licking at my ankles as I ran
the Manhattan skyline blinking in the background as the watchdog to
the state you left me like
how you found me once
years ago
unfettered

 

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photograph by Francisco Gallarotti

 

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