A town called forgotten:

There's this light 
that sits on top of a hill 
in a town you've never been to 

that casts broken 
shadows over houses 
you will never call home 

and there's a street 
made of pavement 
and time and 
skinned knees 

that sections off 
lawns made of 
grass that cannot 
remember the day before 

that's where I live 
with the ants that 
make your legs itch 
while you sit 

falling in love 
with words on a page 

and if you watch the light for 
long enough
you will forget your own name 

and instead tumble
down that same grass 
and into a lake made 
of each and every promise you 
have broken 

the general store 
is filled with stale coffee 
and a man in a worn gray cap 
pumping gas
and filling himself up with existential dread 

you know it's him 
by the way the yellow light 
turns his face into the night sky 
and swallows you whole 

before he turns back to 
the pavement under his feet 
and wonders about 
3 a.m. phone calls and the green cast 
around your arm 

and then you will take the number 13 bus 
filled with women covered 
in cobwebs and lipstick stains 

back to the street 
lined with houses you will never 
call home 

back to light that 
turns your name into 
a foreign language 

back to grass that forgets 
and stars that always remember 

this is a town called forgotten 
and it is a place I will never let you go  

gaia_lenox

VT

YWP Alumni

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