Wednesday, May 12, 2010

tonight i cannot recall

i have this broken-down suitcase
filled w/old photographs

only one latch works
one of the hinges is busted

its surface is scratched
& chipped

the handle is intact , though

on certain nights i grab it
gently set it upon my desk
& one by one, stare at the photos

tonight is one of those nights

i look at the shots & it occurs
to me most of the people are dead
a long, long time

then i come to an image of me
5 years old
standing in a schoolyard

& no matter how much i try
i cannot recall how i sounded then

my god, have i forgotten the voice
of that boy, smiling against
the chainlink fence?

i toss the photograph back
snap the workable latch up

slide the case
back into the closet

i light a cigarette

my heart exhausted
by this trip to nowhere
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.

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