Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
Mysterious Disappearances
Perhaps this is the reason we feel so unhappy or because
the window panes are foggy from the rain you wipe them
with a cloth: to reveal what? The mailman perhaps, however
we have no use of the mailman; the moon is sick and doesn’t
respond to our letters and life passes so fast though I don’t
even notice it since I always pay attention to other things,
“it’s my only dream” I stammered not knowing who I was
addressing. Each time I groped my overcoat I discovered
a different man in it; however they said that even poor
Glykeria disappeared mysteriously while she was alone
in her room, not knowing how easily a heart may break
or how truly one belongs to his life.
Libros Libertad 