DEATH BEGETS WINE BEGETS POETRY BEGETS WRITING

January 11, 2010 Candace Morris 3 Comments

One fateful night.

daddy, by sp

I stumbled into their tragedy.
The loss of three, the life of one.
In acute, charcoal emotion, I lost her.
For real. She slipped through my fingers like
sand or time
or flour.

Grasp as I may,
I've failed.

you do not do

It's probably the malbec.
Or the bastard who takes life.

one fateful night


Or the bastard who gives poetry.

Either way.
I no longer pretend to be unaffected.

How to plead with the powers that be
for a 47-year old loss?

beget
And what's worse?

My
highball
has
never
been
more
empty.


~crm

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