I returned to retrieve some towels I left for trash in her empty
apartment, furniture's impression lingering
on the carpet. High spring—the way May should look
on a postcard—it was so warm inside, her heat
left on, fans turning; what she would not let me
adjust. She wanted the thin bath sheets, frayed
and threadbare. So I went back, filled my arms
with them, bringing her all I was able to carry.
I locked the door behind me though I could have left it
open—her things moved out—and kept the key.
Katherine Johnsen is an MFA candidate in poetry at the University of North Carolina at Wilmington, where she is the Bernice Kert Fellow and on the staff of Ecotone. Johnsen earned her BA from Emory University.