the language of home
Posted in Verse on Mar 16th, 2008
my heart counts with fingers
that don’t cooperate at the best of times,
my soul craves a different province,
and my mind is often lost
in abstractions
between.
so how, in the name of all that’s holy,
do you expect me to understand
the texture
of your silences?
i read the words you write,
the poignancies you mutilate
with every revisitation; those tastes
you remember imbibing but don’t […]
