Untitled (From the Right Pillow)

30 May


Untitled (From the Right Pillow)


I drank a cup of water

turned sallow

by the New York City tap

by the Hillview Reservoir

across the way

and I imagined her

twenty years ago

a twelve year old girl

going to sleep

with Esenin underneath her pillow

a letter to a woman from a ruined horse of longing

a lucky star to follow

glasses on the nightstand

large frames of ebony

a dreaming smile

swallowed by a melancholy night

twenty years apart

and then another sixty still

I drank a cup of water

and thought to myself

how time and poetry repeat themselves

a locket where all goodbyes are kept

in either memory or blood

resurfaced in quiet auburn eyes

and the acquaintance we have made


(for M.)


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