Thursday, April 12, 2012

The Walls Started Talking

I only knew that address as where that woman used to live, it was early 1980s, I thought she only wanted to dance with me which made me nervous I was interested in someone else and then I found she wanted to dance with anyone where there was a possibility to be loved. I last saw her running up Third Avenue with some guy, both lit more from alcohol than any good intentions.

Now, what's left of a place where I knew someone lived are these walls. Someone picked out that wallpaper. Someone else picked out those colors. That green, those patterns - they were part of a safety called home, who knows maybe that woman who danced with a lot of people.