There are some tales so entwined in other stories
that it is nearly impossible to know where to begin.
You can take it by the end
that appears to be the beginning only to realize half way through
that you were nowhere near the point of departure
but more so at a culminating point that is only critical to you.
Geographical markers can be useful in figuring out
where things went wrong,
but then again “where” is probably irrelevant to others.
will always be the city
where I was damaged in such a deep, lasting way that
just hearing the name makes me
wince like a naughty child getting the belt
three years later.