Flint and Florence

Posted on February 2, 2011

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“Everything is solvable,”
you said, “with the exception
of what happened at the corner of
Flint and Florence.”

That hot summer split right down the middle
and I carried it in the back of my ribcage
like a sickness that always left me feeling like
I was in love but wasn’t in the right place.

Four years later perhaps there’s nothing left.
The holiday will just carry on without us
appearing on the staircase by your basement
every year without us.

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