Roads Most Taken
First Street. The one that leads to tomorrow.
Auburn Road. The second part of my porn name.
Route 34B. Where I spent my childhood worrying that I liked girls.
Tupper Road. Where I spent my teenagehood worrying that I liked girls and boys.
Ankeny. I painted my heart on the concrete with cigarette butts and learned to drink coffee from plastic cups.
Hawthorne Blvd. Is also a berry. Is also a strainer that you use to make drinks. Is also where my marriage smashed itself against ice and strained the world red.
Sandy. Wasn’t as dry as it sounds. It rained a lot. I waited at the crosswalk of my life for the light to change. It wasn’t the GO I expected.
First Ave. The one that leads to today.
Image taken with iPhone in the Oregon Wilds.
Words written at Jewel Box.
Time Taken 3 minutes.
Brain on how isolated I felt growing up.
*note: All poems for the month of April are memoir poems in the form of lists.