finding providence

[because_it_is]

forty-eight miles now separate me from Rhode Island.

routes and turn signals-

forty-eight miles of traffic and merges between me and Providence,

but it’s never far enough.

little bits of Ocean State keep crumbling into my coffee,

molecules of the “who”s and “when”s float to the surface

and leave a ring around

Comments

amazing

[speakbreazy]

That was really really good Sydney, I hate looking for synonyms of "good" because it often isn't ever exactly what I mean, but I hope you know what I mean anyway. It made me want to write about my "home" too.

oh

[speakbreazy]

Oh this is Grace, by the way.