He had no sense of direction and couldn’t read maps.
Perhaps that’s why I found our relationship constantly returning to the same spot, our lives circling the drain of devastation without being sucked away.
It was all I ever knew and, of course, I never knew much.
Then you sailed in, with your Magellan eyes and Marco Polo ways.
You with your perpetual passport, natural navigation, and global goodbye:
– smelling like Babylon
– tasting like extinction
– looking like danger set loose from a trap
How could I resist what I never really knew?
So I let you take me by the hand and lead me to Bohemia.
I left without baggage, not even my conscience.
Sometimes I wonder if he notices I left him.
Sometimes I wonder if he ever received my postcard.
I never bought a stamp.