Literary Center » “The Boardinghouse with No Visible Address,” a poem by Franz Wright
from the collection Ax in Blossom: Final Poems and Fragments So, I thought,as soon as the door was openedAnd the landlord disappeared (no,he really disappeared)and i have to checkRoom invisible.there it stoodIn its gray corner-narrow bed sheetsThe color of old aspirin.maybe all this had happenedsomewhere inside mealready,Or was just about to happen.Is there any difference
