My Son Walked Into My New Home Before I Ever Gave Him the Address

and the copies and the stupid mug of law-office coffee gone cold beside my hand.

That evening, back in my apartment, I put Don’s photograph exactly where it belonged.

I moved the blue reading chair an inch toward the balcony because I felt like it.

Then I sat down and watched the park until the lights came on one by one.

No one let themselves in.

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