Directions to a Person
A two-minute story about the year I gave everyone the same set of directions to her door.
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A two-minute story about the year I gave everyone the same set of directions to her door.
A short poem about the slow arithmetic of missing someone.
We broke up two years ago. I still have not skipped a single one of her songs.
He meant to forward it to one person. He sent it to the floor. By lunch it had reached the people it was about.
In my mother's house, the return of electricity is an event with its own liturgy. I did not know I missed it until I lived somewhere it never leaves.
We kept the lease six weeks longer than the marriage. I learned the flat by the sound of you not being in it.