Having Survived Myself I Lean Away


Having Survived Myself I Lean Away 

You know that
but not

the mockingbird mocks,
or how one note

marries others,
forming blissful

chords. And the skies
flaring each night

betraying your willful

while you paint
the words for love

in seven languages
you can’t

Where are you now,

whose bodies
have you denied,

wrapped in linen,
bagged or boxed,
arriving unseen?

Sagging, I observe your
counted victories, the
smirk claiming

and destiny or
nobility of purpose,

as even your own shadow


This first appeared here in October 2015.

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