Friday, September 27, 2013

Becoming Visible - Tanka sequence

Becoming Visible - Tanka sequence


go home
slow-healing wounds. . . 
like fog floating
over the city,
let me come apart in the wind

a touch of a jay
about him, my husband—
flying
in and out of our bedroom
always giving parties

to cover the silence,
always a leaf quivering
in the rush of air
what could I give him,

but the threat of my extinction

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