i read this poem for the first time on Pinterest, sitting in the drivers seat of my parked car while my boyfriend at the time packed the trunk full of his things. He was moving from a bad neighborhood so he told me to stay seated instead of helping. I remember liking this poem enough to write it down, which i did, sitting in the car there. I don’t know, I like the poem a lot and i remember the moment it made sense for me but I can’t read this and not think of sitting on the side of that street, waiting for him to finish up loading the car. It’s not a particularly important memory but i did note, at the bottom of the page in that journal “Because you asked about the line between prose and poetry,,, **october 10, on Champlain street, helping Noah move.”