(the heights
adrift
summer ’19)
bando calls one night
he sounds uncertain
says he can’t find me
in the map of his mind
can’t picture rooms i sleep in
can’t trace the roads
or render the structures
connecting us together
i must re-learn
to pin myself down
i close my eyes
picturing the time
he taught me to read a map
lorain county hangs
above dad’s workbench
my small hands seeking home
(delaware
avenue
summer ’92)
