by Marie Howe Every day I want to speak with you. And every day something more important calls for my attention—the drugstore, the beauty products, the luggage I need to buy for the trip. among the falling piles of paper and clothing, the garbage trucks outside The mystics say you are as close as my own breath. My days and nights pour through me like complaints Help me. Even as I write these words I am planning [from THE KINGDOM OF ORDINARY TIME, W.W. Norton & Co. 2008, $13.95]]Prayer
Even now I can hardly sit here
already screeching and banging.
Why do I flee from you?
and become a story I forgot to tell.
to rise from the chair as soon as I finish this sentence.
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