like Pescarese seas
& one-roomed homes shared with a rose-eyed sister,
all fear and grief, too
I find a too common shared chair, for e.g., in my dreams
(while from my perspective
you've haunted more than that),
and the usual affrighted old woman face that's engraved
in too many pillows, is one too many--
And don't, because I deserve it, continue calling
and make descend on a son's own graying
head or all his saints,
a too common shared, a much too canonical goodbye
Let me, who am always lost without them, just go on
looking in dreams, instead
1 comment:
lovely.
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