Saturday, July 31, 2010

New Stuff for Nad


Advent

I want to say "the end
of days." Like the shut

door is enough to talk about. Like
your mouth made no sound

when it opened. Like we push
old salt to the back of the cupboard

to make room for new salt. The end
of days, or the slow sweat

those days brought. Last night
I set a bowl of milk on the porch

of your old house, where you or anybody
might step in it by accident. Come back.

1 comment:

Nadia G. said...

Yay! I keep coming back to read this - thank you for posting, I love reading your work.