migration

The day the cat has to go to the 24 emergency vet  because he cannot shit is not a good day to also drive through the city where you were born, but maybe there would be no good day.  Parts of it look the same, some things are still in their familiar places – the bus station, the post office, the DMV where you took your driver’s license test. The hotel where you went to play pool with friends you made somewhere else, but you went with them here, with some hope of redeeming this city, a thought which only occurs to you as you pass the building, on your way to leaving altogether.

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