Postcards From the Living
I light incense on the stovetop, trail cinders
through an empty house. I’ve decided to believein the power of ashes: Here I am,
buying fruit, mending torn shirts, brushing teethin cramped bathrooms, living
someplace new. Wish you were here.I sprinkle sandalwood dust on the ribbon
from my first 5K, the token from my first solo trip—milestones so small and unremarkable,
only you could understand and be proud.