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.