‘The white hankerchief stuck in my throat’
Scanning Memphis blogs, came upon this poem. It’s fantastic. Emptying Town by Nick Flynn I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens fill the sidewalk below my window: a woman in a party hat, clinging to a tin-foil balloon. Shadows creep slowly across the tar, someone yells, “Stop!” and I close my eyes. I can’t watch as this town slowly empties, leaving me strung between bon-voyages,…
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