A grain of her sand found its way into my heart
I was not looking, nor asking for such a thing
But she did not care what was convenient for me
Burrowing deeper, slipping between pinched fingers
My feeble attempts at extraction
I’ve lived in three states, five cities, and sixteen addresses. When I landed in New York seventeen years ago, I embraced the momentum that’s synonymous with city living. But this story is about one city block that helped me endure a distinct block of time. This story is about staying put.