Thinking of Reading

Posted on February 23, 2008 Comments

A poem about Ithaca
New York
takes on a completely
different meaning
when read in Stamford
Connecticut.

It’s hard to explain driving
down Comfort Road to
someone whose
never experienced

flash frozen
hair follicles inside their
nose the minute
they crack open the
door.

My dreams stay
the same
no matter where
my pillow is.