"You" have transformed into "my loss."
The nettles in your vanished hair
Restore the absolute truth
Of warring animals without a haven.
I know, I'm as pathetic as a railroad
Without tracks. In June, I eat
The lonesome berries from the branches.
What can I say, except the forecast
Never changes. I sleep without you,
And the letters that you sent
Are now faded into failed lessons
Of an animal that's found a home. This.
|Noelle Kocot, "The Peace That So Lovingly Descends" from Sunny Wednesday. Copyright © 2009 by Noelle Kocot. Used by permission of Wave Books. All rights reserved.|