Sunday, May 18

ABUNDANCE OF LIGHT

plain face
same instrument
the holy prophet
referred to agarwood
as a distinct item
found in paradise
how the heartbreak
i’ve gone through
recently also clouds
my way of seeing the world
i save me for a parable
our parents die
and this is how
we get our houses
and here i am
grieving, on edge
trying to make sure
you don’t think
i am making
some sort of pass at you
it is the year of being
silent
a spiritual illness
she must cure herself
my great aunt chris
introduced me
to the rolling stones
when i was three
let me jump on her bed
to “miss you”
sometimes
i want to say to myself
i won’t miss you child
i grew up watching
uncertainties
the price is right
press your luck
tic tac dough
and what’s my line
that’s still my favorite
everybody that raised me
is dead
i feel as uncertain
about everything
now as i did back then
i am once again reduced
to my condolences
george floyd
a metaphor for all these things
i don’t know how
to talk
to anyone
who is not
myself
i am enjoying
how the wreckage
can take you home

(erica lewis)