Insta-poetry. Or something.

An apartment full of boxes in Carroll Gardens
An art space in Bushwick
A mother and daughter in Central Park
A little house with a white picket fence in the suburbs

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Such different life paths
From each other, and from mine
Yet New York City is like glue
Where these intersections materialize

We talk about the dance between travel and memory
Each step to both recall and reshape
In Brooklyn, the sidewalks are familiar
Yet with each step I’ve forgotten and let go

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I once had a chance to live here
The MFA program I did not choose
An alternate timeline, a life in this big city
A much different now

That last line is missing a question mark
As now could be as it is
Or not at all
Living elsewhere, unmarried
Walking a path…