Poem 1982 (6)

An unloved heart

 

I lie
hands empty
as an unloved heart
embraced by cloth
while outside
every footstep sounds a stranger
and someone else’s night
in another darkness.

Lamp still burning
I fall asleep.
Moths batter the window
I dream of insane wings
my face against a barrier.

You do not hear me.

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