LEAVING LINCOLN NEBRASKA

the thing about showing up

in a town where nobody knows your name

with dark glasses and a bearded face

is that when you do decide to leave --

when you do decide to split --

& you really start packing up your shit

& you got that gleam in your eye

& the bedbugs start squirming
in the folds of your brain

the thing is



no one

thinks

to remind you




of all the good times

in passing

or

not how it felt
new


wish wishing it boiled down

to

more than memories

like not soup

i wish this

was that poem