Farewell, My Concubine


So far, my journey has included a poetry reading, two long stays at coffee shops, Japanese food, a parking ticket getaway, a Wiccan ritual, and a mini-love affair. So far, so good.

It’s hard to imagine being far from this city. The small-town feel, familiar faces, artistic bent, and earthy Maine-ness make for a killer combination.

I should have stopped to busk in the park on Exchange St, but melancholy for my city stopped me. I know she has other lovers, and I don’t expect her to pass her time without me alone, but I hope I find my way back to her arms.

There are 80,000 things I’d like to say:
How I feel, what I want
But none of it will make a damn bit of difference
And that’s what’s breaking my heart.

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