
Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
(Excerpt)
John’s Roommate
As you open the door you enter a roomy hallway
exactly opposite the dining room door. I’ve sat
next to this door for years and I let my life
go to waste.
It rained in the afternoon, and a harmonica was heard
somewhere turning loneliness lonelier and it was
time I’d prepare for a voyage, always
postponed, or I tried to appease the vacant seats
of the dead with incomprehensible words. And
no one knew in what dangers we spent our nights.
Only children knew the secret of crying for no real
reason
thus, they always had a better end ready. However
tonight. I’m in a hurry I still have many things
to finish such as: pulling aside all forgetfulness
and placing an anemone in its spot.
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