it was a frigid drive across country.
the first time I saw buffalo,
I was leaving Colorado.
it was the coldest front we’d had in years
and the car had no heat.
my cat was squeezed in a carrier
in a sedan full of my dresses
I couldn’t bear to leave
but I don’t have a single
emblem of home.

“space #2

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