I shall call
you twice—
Pennylace
Crestfallen
and you will
answer
but what does
it suffice
when the name
you heard
was long since
abandoned
and someone calls
you now by a name
I resist hearing
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoetryI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
