Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

Sep 26, 2006 at 05:45 o\clock

When you tell me

WHEN YOU TELL ME


When you tell me I
should keep the house
and furniture, the air
inside the car is like
the breath a woman holds,
breaking eggs against
a bowl or listening
for the sound of shoes
in the bedroom, the closet
door closing where her
husband has just
stood, choosing a tie.


Laurie Lamon
The Fork Without Hunger
CavanKerry Press

Copyright (c) 2005 by Laurie Lamon.
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