All The Heavy Furniture (The Visit)
We visit on a Saturday and I
search for you in all the heavy furniture
you, the young woman who taught me how to drive over that
breathtakingly narrow bridge,
who drove me to Super-X
and bought me Trojans “just in case.”
I spot you in places,
familiar in your art room scattered with zines —
me, swinging playfully like a teen,
indoors,
in your hanging basket chair . . .
Read the rest at Medium
where I am now blogging.
https://gaepol.medium.com/
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