Circumnavigation
There are still places I can’t go. The 
bank with the no fee ATM. The gym, though I’m paying the monthly fee.
And Mr. Chen’s Market, where we would squeeze plump grapefruit and take whiffs of fresh ginger. I remember the shop cat, slinking her way through our legs—a needle pulling the threads that tethered our lives together. Had she been winding or unwinding?
These days I walk in circles around the city, avoiding our haunted places. I get my groceries delivered. A gruff man brings three heaving bags to the door, the flimsy paper handles slowly coming undone.
Photo credit: Michael Tapp
so much history and sentiment conveyed in so few words. a stunning and agonizing piece.