Thursday, September 23, 2010

1112. RELAPSE

RELAPSE
In the deep swelter of a jagged heat, I
thought I'd remember something of you.
Alas, nothing came to the fore. There was,
precisely not a moment when I could
even recall your face. I can remember
everything else - the smallest, most stupid
moments - but not you. Why?
Must I think on this forever?
-
Can your shadow spite my face?
You, whom I almost loved in absence,
thought about in swaddling clothes
like a bundled new infant getting
nothing but love? No, this cannot be.
It is all too foolish, too smart, too
striking, too dumb, too touching,
too numb.

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