We’ll Never Be Free From It
In a lit parlor you recite pain
She went missing, babe split in the night
I’m placid and have mastered jealousy
I know a friend best when I can face them leg splayed.
But that old ghost howls,
Old photos alone.
I had a unibrow in one and my shirt was too big
but I thought it was stylish
And I thought I could be a model.
Whatever happened to that photo?
Where do old memories go when you toss them out
with the trash?
I always thought the garbage man must have a
fat photo album.
I guess I should be more careful
I guess I should learn to let go
I’m walking with my head held high
My hair twin serpents on my breast
And I stumble over a meaty stump-
It’s alive with larva and its eyes are ripe
And its tongue hangs out of its maw vulgarly
It laps at my ankle
“Remember me? Remember me?”
CAN’T YOU STAY DEAD
I hear myself shouting from somewhere totally vulnerable and
Why did I ever let you touch me?
Thanks so much-
for reminding me.