Tuesday, July 17, 2007
the next time you ask me where I've placed you in my poetry,
imagine this:
a random bookshop
silent and discreet
and a poetry book displaced
among medical studies that says,
Surviving the Loss of a Love.
I imagine I could rip it
Laugh a secret, mischievous laugh
and watch all that paper
torn to sudden forgetfulness.
VERA
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