no names, just facesA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertono names, just faces we are separatists with like geneology surreal imaginings of blood ties very real knots in the rope to hang our closeness from the highest tree of incivility i roved concrete corridors found your parlor quite unwelcoming sat on an uncomfortable couch of constraint as we tried to laugh but there were walls in the middle of the room separating us from us taxis blared in the startled night a fare engaged in disillusioned sanctity the crag of her existence cliffs away from mine as the hawk flew above us rancor his only target already rocky, we split our last stones the tree caught fire and burned us to ashes so indiscriminately we no longer recognized ourselves or each other. erin-cilberto 5/13/22 © 2022 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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7 Reviews Added on May 14, 2022 Last Updated on May 14, 2022 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more.. |


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