#442. mom

December 1, 2010

all those years
the fall wind through an open window
the white hood
your closed eyes silent staring at mine
which are yours

#216. lastly st. louis

March 29, 2010

lastly
i thought
and then
time and its
gentle and cynical
mysteries
with ghosty
neighborhoods
lost virgin loves
a long gone cook’s sandwiches
never eaten again
deeply felt haircuts gifted
by mariannes in storefronts
where piles of groceries
undrunk liquor
in empty bottles
wait out the snowstorm
of cousins young
before their
time
freezes and revisits
its harsh and sentimental
mysteries
lastly
i thought

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