Wednesday, 22 April 2020

the traveler. 1997

life changed i
became
free of walk and free
of talk
those i loved
who had loved me
vanished
a sunny room
i watch you start in on
your meal
a couch under a modest chandelier
time passes
a soft spot where my voice
had been
ceramic plate
eggs and a spot of ketchup
a silver fork and listen!
do not speak!
contractions expansions the hands
climbing circles round
a face
you cannot
this cannot be
real
pots and pans brimming
with soap. good god
are we?
good god! i am
alive


#katyamills
1997

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