4.4
The Conqueror, 1956
In the conversation we’ll never have,
I’ll tell him not to look too long at whatever remains.
Black Ants
I believe somewhere between the dead snake
and his dead friend, my father stands,
his back against the sun.
Unveiling the Vow
She stood at the altar of his casket,
read his eulogy like a wedding vow
Of musk & misinterpretation
i want to apologise / but i don’t know what for / by day i misquote
darwish / by night i burn with misunderstanding
In the stillness that follows grief
it occurs to me that my grandmother may have had a richer inner life than any of us, that she wasn’t losing much at all putting…“a curtain over that bright cage” that is the world and its invitation.