Monday, June 6, 2022

A Room of My Own: The Ritual

underneath these sheets
dreamless night

clink, clunk, clink
of my spoon and fork
morning chill

graveyard garden 
I walk through the memory
of her laughter

gathering dark
on the way home a stone
settles in my heart

Added: for Ocean Vuong, author of On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous 
The truth is we can survive our lives, but not our skin. But you know this already.

this snow-on-snow world
of one color breaking me 
bone by bone ...
afterward I'll be stronger
at the broken places


gathering dusk ...
a row of teenagers
in MAGA hats
paint the border wall
with drunken shadows
(FYI: MAGA stands for Make America Great Again) 

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