I've lived my life as if I were my wife
packing for a trip—I'll need this and that
and I can't possibly do without that! But now I'm about
what can be done without.
I just need a thin valise. There's no place on earth
where I can't unpack in a flash
down to a final spark of consciousness. No place where I can't enter
the joyless rapture
of almost remembering I'll need this and I'll need that,
hoping to weigh less than silence,
lighter than light. |
| From The Memory of Water, published by New Issues Press. Copyright © 2011 by Jack Myers. Used by permission of the publisher. All rights reserved. |
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