We Used to Live Somewhere Else

…and recently we went back there.

It was difficult to leave again.

On this windy day in Brooklyn when the heat is off and I am wearing clothes that don’t belong to me, I will show you the cats from that place and try to forget how badly I want to be there.

At the Huntingdon Goodwill, land of plenty. Beige sweaters and green blown glasses.

Clau Clau and Partysteamer

My less-bearded companion and Claudia and the door and the window.

In the afternoon.

One night, we enjoyed a dinner atop the town with Boogie's parent-people, Monika and Shannon.

...they thought ahead, knowing I would be there.


Oh Huntingdon. You are only 262 miles away. If the buildings were smaller I could almost see you. You are the keeper, present and future, of the things I love.

About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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3 Responses to We Used to Live Somewhere Else

  1. I miss the Huntingdon Goodwill too!!!

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