999 Z86

I told you when we met
I was a traveling boy
with a knapsack
and an old radio
full of corroded batteries
that I keep
to look at when the stars
are obscured by clouds

I told you when we met
I was born in the winter
that I could be an ancient
rocking chair on sunny days
but
mostly
I’m an old green couch
from a yard sale
that keeps memories alive
in its recesses

I know I was never a lover

I’m sending out a letter
a millennial artifact
to an inbox

I keep my shoes in a box
caked in mud
from my times on the run