Today's poem is by Rodney Gomez
Lately l have been a gap.
Moth clouds follow me to bed.
l counted them: twenty, fifty, block, choke.
In the room where I used to sleep
a breath hangs low on the bed
and hoarsens the room.
No one knows where the air is
charged and released into the world,
but it thistles.
This is how breathing fills a house
with family: breathing to draw
the buzzing to its source
and breathing to lacquer a plugged maze.
How a house fully beamed and walled
is not a house, but a husk.
How a life in the span of a few breaths
becomes a clocklcss thing.
Copyright © 2017 Rodney Gomez All rights reserved
from veASIN=1939678196" target="_blank">A Short Tablature of Loss
Seven Kitchens Press
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