What’s Broken
The slate black sky. The middle step of the back porch. And long ago my mother’s necklace, the beads rolling north and south. Broken the rose stem, water into drops, glass knobs on the bedroom door. Last summer’s…
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Death comes to me again, a girl
Death comes to me again, a girl in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling. It’s not so terrible she tells me, not like you think, all darkness and silence. There are windchimes and the smell of lemons, some days it rains, but more often the air is dry…
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How It Will Happen, When
There you are, exhausted from a night of crying, curled up on the couch, the floor, at the foot of the bed, anywhere you fall you fall down crying, half amazed at what the body is capable of, not believing you can cry…
4 tygodnie temu
Enough Music
Sometimes, when we’re on a long drive, and we’ve talked enough and listened to enough music and stopped twice, once to eat, once to see the view, we fall into this rhythm of silence. It swings back and forth between us like a rope over a lake. Maybe it’s what we don’t say…
4 tygodnie temu
Abschieds Symphony
Someone I love is dying, which is why, when I turn the key in the ignition and back the car out of the parking space in the underground garage, and the radio comes on, sudden and loud, something by Haydn, a diminishing fugue, and maneuver the car through the dimly lit tunnels…
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This Close
In the room where we lie, light stains the drawn shades yellow. We sweat and pull at each other, climb with our fingers the slippery ladders of rib. Wherever our bodies touch, the flesh comes alive. Head and need, like invisible animals, gnaw at my breast, the soft…
4 tygodnie temu