far away


you are there, far away and thinking of me. it is your hunger my belly has felt tonight.

“The Lights Are So Bright And They Nod Like Stars, Mother. The Night Is So Cold.”

some part of you waits. it reads my eyes asking them how they look at other women: is there one ? and my eyes say there may be. i search the faces for memories   that are not memories.


has it been a month, two months? i don’t know.     i still have your books, and you know i am thinking of you right now. that was what we had, it was nearly all, and all we had.

still it bends me and again i straighten it.

and my eyes say i am far away and thinking of you     here i am.