Places— those are the hardest
for me.
Those geographic locations
swimming with phantoms
from different lifetimes.
It’s the smell of rooms,
the sound of a quiet bed late at night.
It’s the vacant coffee shop tables,
the wind blowing from the water tower
above town.
There are moments
I can barely swallow it down
thinking on those places,
those phantoms,
those lifetimes I can’t find again.
—N.A.
Mouth Thorn 