Suspensions
CURRENT WHEREABOUTS UNKNOWN
it says under the drawings of a woman
in crumbled newsprint.
I eat two oranges before sleep,
Your city, the lack in mental silence,
your Kant volumes on wooden shelves.
I stare at the
Three drawings of your now missing grandmother
1925
1936
19 — ?
Before time
Before the fever
Before the realization of flaws in the foul body
And I stare
at the penciled girl
The same mole eyes you
share
Ghosts in these diseased rooms,
Under your apartment
with curved steel and dried animal corpses.
You come in with stale tea before you dream.
Kiss me- not for me exactly
but not exactly with me either.
I look at the framed ghostgirl
and turn my body sideways
to blow out the night’s candle.
Why did you bring me here?