Looking Back

The moment walked away from you, from us,
from anyone that would have it,
invite it in,
let it make itself at home on the couch and then
offer it something strong to drink.

(Yes, a double)


you and I, when we did such things as tolerate the other breathing-

we continued to listen to the rancor in the silence
of your mother’s eyes across the living room’s
black carpet.

* * *

Not sure what this is yet, but something is here. Working title, working body, working everything.


2 thoughts on “Looking Back”

  1. There is something here, a little gem worth extricating. Wow, you are seriously just blowing through the new poems, huh? I can’t keep up.

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