astray
raze
i
stood
outside
her
house
,
white
and
blank
like
the
face
ten
years
of
nothing
gave
her
.
i
watched
her
park
on
the
street
, piloting
a
white
sedan
with
curves
that
dated
it
to
the
last
years
of
my
youth
.
she
climbed
into
a
black
suv.
some
man
i'd
never
met
drove
her
away
.
i
watched
her
disappear
from
the
other
side
of
a
window
that
let
my
feet
see
straight
through
the
painted
box
that
held
her
while
she
slept
.
someone
who
lived
on
her
block
passed
me
on
the
sidewalk
.
"
you
cleaning
the
street
?"
he
asked
.
"
just
eating
peanuts
,"
i
said
.
i
stared
at
the
street
signs
.
blue
and
bent
and
bereft
of
any
useful
information
.
i
thought
maybe
she
lived
on
a
boulevard
named
for
a
french
statesman.
maybe
that
was
where
i
was
.
i
wanted
to
be
able
to
retrace
my
steps
.
to
come_back
when
she
wasn't
being
taken
away
from
me
.
i
turned
around
.
tried
to
memorize
the
numbers
above
her
front_door
.
i
found
a
book
of
poems
on
the
ground
with
a
title
i
didn't
trust
.
near
the
end
of
a
cul-de-sac,
the
ghost
of
a
chef
who
hung
himself
when
his
desperate
love
went
bad
stood
and
listened
to
twin
brothers
talk
over
each
other
.
a
pothole
full
of
lukewarm
water
dared
me
not
to
step
in
it
.
the
dead
man's
hair
changed
from
grey
to
black
and
back
again
.
one
of
the
brothers
asked
me
who
i
was
.
i
told
him
i
was
just
a
guy
who
didn't
know
where
the
hell
he
was
and
got
lucky
enough
to
catch
part
of
their
conversation
.
he
said
if
i
kept
walking
left
there
was
an
artery
that
would
lead
straight
to
my
street
.
the
ground
beneath
us
was
a
plate
with
a
piece
of
fish
on
it
. breaded
and
broken
.
salt
around
its
varnished
skin
.
i
could
taste
it
without
touching
it
.
i
walked
under
a
bridge
and
onto
a
highway
,
moving
with
the
flow
of
traffic
.
i
read
some
words
from
the
preface
to
a
memoir
that
hadn't
been
written
yet
. "
my
tangerines
have
names
you've
never
seen
,
but
i've
kept
them
all
.
you
better
believe
i
love
my
wild
."
i
never
found
my
way
back
home
.
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