ALL THE HEAVY FURNITURE (The Visit)

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.
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