where they tore down the house

at the Southern corner of the station

(where red steel blends into the tracks,

below the blurred graffiti creations):

try to not get stuck in the cracks,

Keep right until on fresh tar,

turn left, avoid the crosswalk,

ride on and mind the parked cars,

stop beside the grey block.

—

here, before and after town,

they’ve recently torn down

the house where we first kissed.

—

in a room with no doors,

nothing but us on wooden floors,

It must have caused a lot of dust.