
Notes On Mirrors, Already Lost
Everything after aches river & bones & the unsaid naming itself endlessly. He comes to me in dreams, and I reach for needle & thread to close the tear at his knee. This morning I found ants in the saltshaker, a pattern repeated in new snow peppered with black walnuts. I confess, with my tongue I press His body to the roof of my mouth, sometimes I feel rose petal, sometimes blister. — “Notes On Mirrors, Already Lost” by Patty […]
Categories: ZiR • Tags: elegy, grief, poetry, relationships