TO THE SKY, TO THE LIGHT

He lingered in the doorway, tall and dark. And bright too, in the glow of the sun that sizzled his face.

LETTING GO

I blink, want to shutter my eyes, not sure what elseTo say. No words penetrate my mind. I’m uncomfortable.I need to let you go, but you refuse to release your grip,So I remain. Tender loss perambulates, quickens my heart,Entrenches me in grief, as if you died, but you sit before me.You demand something, a splint…

I REMEMBER

I remember the heat of him as he would Push up against me, Gin-fouled and Smelling of Camel Wides. “I love you, baby,” He would say. “You stink,” I would remark. He would give the bar-story of a Thousand words that would drip sour Onto my breasts, as he moved Closer to my lips. “Stop,…