BAS Poetry: New Work from Helene Ridella
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by Helene M. Ridella
I love cities. I take as much joy from leaving them as I do from living in them.
I’d fled San Francisco early this morning, and passed through Los Angeles with no more than a second thought. Right now, I’m so far away from the bright lights of civilization that the Milky Way is practically bioluminescent.
Whatever you do, I reminded myself, casting my gaze back to earth
do not approach the water tower.
I’ve never felt more perfectly alone than in this moment, sleeping outside, in the middle of the desert on a gusty spring night, wind rubbing my sun kissed skin raw. I’ve never been so lonely, never so terrified of intimacy, never so happy and whole. And as I write this I glance at the stolen pen in my hand and smile at the memory of practicing vulnerability those months ago: you drank bad old fashioneds all night because you were too stubborn to order anything else.
Wherever either of us ends up, we’ll always have the Union Pool.
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