✨ Grey Gardens
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Grey Gardens
Come here—back here.
Everything disappears in this place,
and we
couldn’t possibly leave.
Night after night, morning
after morning, the ghosts
hold our breath.
What was the point of my
searching the line between
the past and the present?
Would you tell me?
This woman is lost,
and I couldn’t possibly leave.
—Sarah Nichols
“Grey Gardens” is from Edie (Whispering): Poems from Grey Gardens, Dancing Girl Press, Copyright © 2015. Used by permission of the poet. Photo by Jess Bailey, Creative Commons, via Unsplash.
"What was the point of my
searching the line between
the past and the present?"