Todd Boss’ “To Be Alone Again in the Thick Skin,” An Excerpt
I live in someone else’s city, in
someone else’s house, it seems.
It’s as if one day I stumbled into a
giant jumble sale of dreams, and
left with my arms loaded, caring
only that I got some good bargains.
I’m not saying I don’t love my life.
Your heart and this city and this house
are the only places I can imagine
belonging. But isn’t that just it?
In, through the screens of our lives,
the song of the world outside comes
thronging in all its unexpected
discord. And we call that chaos
home, despite everything we love.