I’ve been lost in a sea
of old documents:
– farewell cards
both from grade 6
and my first job
– old printouts
like a list of samples
from skinny puppy tracks
and what film they came from
it was one of the first things
I found on the net
somewhere in the early 90s
– an old, old, diary
with a 5 year gap in it
– manuals for devices
that I no longer own
– cards and postcards
from old friends.
it’s tempting in these moments
to wonder what would’ve happened
if i’d turned left at Albuquerque
but I feel less tempted than usual
to stare into that particular abyss.