Anchorless
They called here to tell me that your're finally dying, through a veil of childish cries. Southern Manitoba prairie's pulling at the pant leg of your bad disguise. So why were you so anchorless? Shoebox full of photos; found a grainy mirror. Sunken cheeks and slender hands. Grocery lists and carbon-copied letters offer silence
for my small demands. Hey how'd you get so anchorless?
Got an armchair from your
family home. Got your P.G.
Wodehouse novels, and your
telephone. Got your plates
and stainless steel. Got that way of never saying what you
really feel: so anchorless. A
boat abandoned in some backyard. Anchorless in the small town that you lived and died in.
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