Chelsea

I don’t miss the west side
I think about this while walking through it
My soles are serrated
I slice my old neighborhood like toast
First into halves then again into smaller more reasonable bits
Hello to my overpriced grocery store
Worn down laundromat
CVS shaped like a cathedral
Nail salon with the stale jolly ranchers
Art bar filled with everything but
A few aimless laps and I’m back where the L meets the ACE where the sidewalk meets my old doorway and I think
Did I lock the door?
Turn off the oven?
Check the mail?
Old habits die hard or maybe they die right when you tell them to