you try to think of how
many times
you've moved in your life
time.
maybe eighteen or nineteen.
maybe less,
maybe more.
your parents are to blame
for most of those
moves, but the last
few are all yours, moving
for someone you fell in
love with for an hour
or two. but you're done
with that. this feels like
a good stopping place.
you may even plant tomatoes
at some point.
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