For the Dogs Who Barked at Me on the Sidewalks in
Connecticut
Darlings, if your owners say you are / not usually
like this / then I must take them / at their word / I am like you /
not crazy about that which towers before me / particularly the buildings here /
and the people inside / who look at my name / and make noises / that seem like
growling / my small and eager darlings / what it must be like / to have the
sound for love / and the sound for fear / be a matter of pitch / I am afraid to
touch / anyone who might stay / long enough to make leaving / an echo / there
is a difference / between burying a thing you love / for the sake of returning
/ and leaving a fresh absence / in a city’s dirt / looking for a mercy / left
by someone / who came before you / I am saying that I / too / am at a loss for
language / can’t beg myself / a doorway / out of anyone / I am not usually like
this either / I must apologize again for how adulthood has rendered me / us,
really
/
I know you all forget the touch / of someone who loves you / in two minutes /
and I arrive to you / a constellation of shadows / once hands / listen darlings
/ there is a sky / to be pulled down / into our bowls / there is a sweetness
for us / to push our faces into / I promise / I will not beg for you to stay
this time / I will leave you to your wild galloping / I am sorry / to hold you
again / for so long / I am in the mood / to be forgotten.
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