the child was stillborn
that was more than he could bear
tiny little fingers
black matted curling hair
why doesn’t it breathe?
took a long time
and he could not forget
how life was an advantage when
the air was thick and wet
why did it take so long to see?
the most ordinary things make marks in time mistaken for a memory connecting broken lines move the past to the beginning forget the history can you explain possession can you turn and look at me
the rest was made up
like the book he wouldn’t write
talked through pages
needed more light
what was the difference in ‘had to be’?
this is after
a simple thinning rain
made meager of example
now the memory was stained
little doses of bad timing
Woman in Street Clothes, Portrait of Ellen Andrée, 1879, pastel on paper Edgar Degas
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