Thursday, October 18, 2018

The White Rhinoceros


                                            On this cold november night darkness comes early

                                            calls for a quiet, solitary celebration: a hot bath, candles


                                            a glass of wine.



                                           the water covers me, my eyes close temporarily

                                           and in that brief moment, that transcendent moment


                                           I see a white rhinoceros.



                                           I don't know what it means. It doesn't matter.

                                           It only matters that I saw him.







Wednesday, October 17, 2018

The Highway

                        ... he asked if I like george benson
                                                
                                                                           ... as the white lines on the highway fell beneath us

                                   ... strings bending / fingers finding / every perfect chord




Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Sacred Objects

                                    december / nineteen eighty seven

               ... not wanting him buried in bare feet 

                                                                   ... we were sent off to buy a pair of socks / black, preferably

                      ... carried them back to the funeral home ... like the sacred objects they were


       
                                     
Photograph by Molly Matalon