Things are stacked against the wall. Boxes, suitcases, shelves, toys, fans. The movers will be here next week; all that is left is to break down those last essentials for the final night: bed, computer desk, vodka, mixers, a single glass. It is easier this time than last, only one person’s life packed away, one set of belongings on their way to a new, memory-free place.
About the Poet:
Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Eternal Haunted Summer, Pulsebeat, and Corvus Review, among others.