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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