Everything In Portland Is A Postcard Saying “Wish You Were Here!”

everything in Portland

You want to talk about my
poems but those are not
words
I have to give you. I am busy
still living in the city where
we
fell in love. I’ve papered the
walls of my bedroom with
maps
of the places that leave your
name on my tongue. This is
not
the best way to forget you
but it’s better than drinking
alone.

This black line snakes
across the river from my
apartment to
your dirty kitchen. I miss
the way your breath felt on
my neck.
I can’t say I miss you
without flinching.

The blue dots are the bar
stools where we drank
whiskey as
I apologized for being a
world-class bitch. The green
star is
the diner where we got
coffee the first morning we
woke up
together. I want a tattoo of
the first morning we woke
up to-
gether. I want the memory
to hurt.

There is a burn mark at the
center of the Hawthorne
Bridge
and you know why. We don’t
need to talk about it. I am so
sorry. I am the wrong kind
of strong.

I am mad at you because
these days being mad at you
is as
close as I get to kissing your
forehead. It keeps raining
but
nothing looks cleaner.
Everything in Portland is a
postcard
saying ‘Wish You Were
Here!’ So many of the books
in my
bedroom used to be your
books.

Everything In Portland Is A Postcard Saying “Wish You Were Here!”
by Clementine von Radics

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