SOMEONE SAID YOU KNOW IF ONE SIAMESE TWIN DIES

someone said it wasn't

normal, closeness yes

but. Someone said she

needs her own life, let

you breathe. Together

we could laugh and

shop past midnight.

Together I could have

still been inside her

body, warm, cozy.

Why am I always

looking for some cove.

"I Just Called to Say

I Love You," a litany.

And her calling non-

stop. Someone said you

really said fuck to your

mother? Someone asked

90 minute answering

machine tapes. Called

and called to say love

as I would on what

would have been her

94^th birthday

 

 

 

 

MAY 25                              

 

not like a field

burned to nothing or

a hillside volcanic

ask buries, wraps

in black fire and

cascaded down

mountains. Think-

ing of your first

day in the basket

of blood isn't like

where green pushes

up, it doesn't take

that long before

green starts to

come back again.

Imagining you in

the house of beads

on Elm, or the

screened porch

near red spirea and

poppies on North

Pleasant isn't the

same as ferns

bleeding thru ash

and hard black news

that doesn't care

what goes on with

out what was