we were engaged, but you had doubts: I was divorced; 5 years younger than you; you had systemic lupus…
so when Sean’s, your nephew’s christening came in august, you disinvited me…
so I ran, thinking, it was over- you and me …
but then you showed at my McGraw Avenue flat and came in,
you opened yourself, I accepted
and all ended
you knew I was never, ever…
loved, by a mother who gave me up at birth,
by a father, as i rescued him at death, who said ‘I love be you’ as a brother, and sister, never asked, ( but they were both silent: silence is their weapon )
so, twin brother, sister, you lived, as I ..,
from Poetry magazine
‘Ashley M. Jones is interested in the way that poetry can bring loved ones back to life.’ I am interested in the ways poetry can bury once loved ones without living memory.
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