I sometimes go months without remembering you.
Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.
“Picture a staircase,”
the hypnotist said.
“At the top, a door
onto a landscape.”
You may remember my father
died when I was eight
my mother closed up
the house and we went to stay
with my grandmother for a few months
A majority of my day is spent bearing witness to the pain, fear, and terror that America’s actions have been causing across the Greater Middle East and North Africa.
Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse
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Originally posted on The Blue Hour:
A Sudden Absence When a sudden absence opens where before there was a lover, or a child, (a child’s worse, we must all agree…