Suddenly, you are heavier than i am used to
towing a deeper tide
suddenly, the pale gold sliver is just a cane
as you heave out of the corner of this window.
i can't see a thing.
just a grey sky against black leaves
and her white body like paper
like the tissues she twists and spits in.
And you out there, worldly, the great traveler
tilling her under in this room with air conditioning, tubes, and dripping.
5-13-07
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