Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Some evenings

Some evenings, he would hide his face in his hands 
            for a few seconds —  
 
then let go of his held breath
                     & lift his head again, his eyes bereaved
of light.
 
            What room, face, gaze haunted him?  
 
& where you are, friend, in
            
            Kansas
            Utah
            Rhode Island 
            Tennessee — 
 
what haunts you?  What is it you choke
inside your palms?
 
Have you told someone? Have you?  Will you?

 

‘Some evenings’ from These Many Rooms (c) 2019 by Laure-Anne Bosselaar. Appears with permission of Four Way Books. All rights reserved.