I don’t think it’s about the spaces
Rather, what we bring to them
What we get from them
& what happens when they are taken away
I think a lot about where I have been most myself
Comfortable connecting
All of this complex completeness
Come as you are, to hell with the rest of it
Come lost find everything
You’ve struggled to give a name
Forget about the four walls
Focus on the molecules we move
To make a home
The ghosts that fall through the cracks sit beside us
These are the spaces
Between the shelves or by the piano
Around the microphone
We love the words, & the music
Touchstones that bring us back to home
The ghosts have been waiting for our footprints
We are strangers but, I recognize you
The way I do my own hands
On the piano, on the doorknob
It’s like we’ve been here before
& here we all are together in
The in-between of it all, again
I know how you take your coffee
& I know what keeps you up at night
You know I’m scared of the dark
& that I can’t bring myself to eat breakfast
Look at how we show up, alone
For each other
Side by side a constellation of isolation
Wherever we go wherever this ends
It’s not permanent It’s tangible
A last lit match against a wall of this endless…
Endless…
Endless…
& returning
The doorway of it all
I love the greeting
Holy the handshake
& God, bless the introduction between us
Mythmakers with boxing gloves
The bloodletting, too
In alleyways or on sidewalks
You say my name
& Catherine dissolves
crocuses crescent moon
through the concrete
& we become real
as we’ve ever been
What happens to the dirt if we lose these spaces?
Cafes turned to condos or
craft beer taco joints
Libraries gutted from the inside
I can’t bring myself to call any of it “abandoned”
Does the ground remember our stories?
The way it shook as we spoke of slaying dragons
Does it remember how we gathered?
Sometimes, we don’t like to talk about how we got here
But, you all get how I got here
If you squint, I bet you can see the words
Smoking on the sidewalk, right where we left them
The first home I returned to
Was the one where I met you
Family exists across timelines & timezones
Stalwart streetlamps in the torrential rain
Showered in sweetpea stars
Dear reader, if you’re a sparked lighter
Then call me a wishbone
Because we are certainly all padlocks
Handing each other bricks
Even when there’s nothing there
It’s here we found everything
Our largest selves
All of this infinite expanse
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