twoblueviolets

I miss you more than 
I loved you. Still, I love you
 –less than I feared you. 

hushed murmurs, a squeaking chair

low mmms and ahhhs and snaps

and a poet standing dead center to begin dissection —the act of pulling out an intestine to test the color for ink

            555 Far Away College Dorm
            City with No Cornfields, Peach State 
            661.9 Miles Away, USA 

Mama/an eagle. 
We/weasels/deer in headlights. 
She flies on. We stay. 

After Robert Frost's Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening

A room lit by one lamp, 
shoes next to a wireframe bed; 
an artist's home where art and time have made their stamp. 
A room lit by one lamp 
where the cozy gloom clamps