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CutBank
Volume 1
Issue 77 CutBank 77
Article 45
Fall 2012
Letter to Your Old Address in Boston, Early
October
Evan Beaty
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Le t t e r t o y o u r o l d a d d r e s s
IN B O S T O N , EARLY O C T O B E R
Already it may have frosted there.
O r soon will— every winter early
everywhere, this year. I w o n t reference
the birches, the slick roof
o f the fishermens church. In Virginia
too the sky is low, wet wool.
Th e re must still be a window
behind which you lie
reading, t h ou gh looking through
it would be like looking through
a fly’s wing. W h e n 1 close
my eyes to imagine those front steps,
I only see a man standing before a door,
folding his coat over his arm.
He must be waiting for an answer.
Perhaps his daug hter lives
in the room where we slept,
naked and cool, un de r the small print
o f Long Crass w ith Butterflies
while the rain ticked outside.
H e walks back through the courtyard
to the street, surprised at the defiant flowers
a r o u n d the iron railings. Two tiny yellow leaves
cling to his collar. H e has not seen his d a ug ht er
in years, does n ot kn ow the w o m a n
she is now. As he t urns from n u m b e r 72,
we share a t h ou gh t: if I die before you,
you w ill live forever.
186 Beaty