Wrote this when I got home, but it was inspired by a poem I heard this afternoon at Open Books…

Somebody else’s nostalgia is heart-rending
mine makes me wish I were somebody else

The edges of that particular love story
cut deeper than I would like
sharp and shiny to my blunt and dull

Ambiguity is the one thing
I don’t have to make up my mind about
which is good—

I can’t remember a single article of clothing she wore

(28 January 2018)