2007-01-04
anne carson
after your deathit was windy every day
every day
opposed us like a wall
we went
shouting sideways at one another
along the road it was useless
the spaces between
us got hard they are
empty spaces yet they
are solid and black
and grievous as gaps
between the teeth
of an old woman you
knew years ago
when she was
beautiful the nerves
pouring around inside her
like a palace fire
Katrina at 7:38 PM