Friday, November 26, 2010

On my first day without you

On my first day without you,

I’ll wash my face with ice water. 
Grab my coloring chalks and paint

a woman dressed in red coming out
of church.  She’ll be staring into a blue sky
with a blank face as the exit walls tremble.
 
Her womb swollen, and you speechless
and unhappy beside her looking for me,
eyes begging for absolution.

But here I am to remind you,
as the earth quakes beneath my feet,
absence makes the mind forget.

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