Saturday, September 16, 2017

Death Barged In by Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno


Death Barged In
  
In his Russian greatcoat
slamming open the door  
with an unpardonable bang,
and he has been here ever since.  
  
He changes everything,
rearranges the furniture,
his hand hovers  
by the phone;
he will answer now, he says;
he will be the answer.  
  
Tonight he sits down to dinner
at the head of the table
as we eat, mute;
later, he climbs into bed
between us.    
  
Even as I sit here,
he stands behind me
clamping two  
colossal hands on my shoulders
and bends down  
and whispers to my neck,
From now on,
you write about me

 

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