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)