You’ve been reading about
the bells in Japan
turning past the sad points
I say
You have enough sadness
so do I
Upon holding a raisin gently between two fingers —
Something which is soft and fleshy at its core
he in his hospital bed
a pelvis too narrow for the
machine’s arm to pass
complications
voices
failure
asked for
First, pile stalky green leaves high in the pan
turn the heat on, so that they begin to wilt
olive oil
more leaves, more leaves
babies
That’s enough
onto a plate they go to rest
Now a knife of butter
two eggs cracked
deposit the broken, jumbled shells into the compost bag
getting fat
spreading its girth over the freezer floor
Once the eggs are going,
walk into the living room and say something to the cat
Salt, pepper, red chile
The round brown pita goes under the broiler
The whites of the eggs have gone hard, glisten
All of it goes onto the plate, nestled gently in the greens
the pita, warmed, torn in four equal pieces
arranged around
Remembering yesterday’s breakfast
the cat will stand ready
crowd the plate
as you eat
all of us in the kitchen
where it is warm
it is damp out
evening
the radio plays
there is a fire in the wood stove
no hint you’ll grow old
buy a house
and nearly set it on fire
setting newspapers on top of the wood stove
setting matches there too
do you want to burn it all down?
laid bare
I will bundle you up again and again
in whatever soft blanket I find
I will bury you deep
deeper than the last time
and the time before that
Your bones in my backyard
now someone else’s
now mine
You rise to shut the window.
I rise to leave.
I’ll just sit outside now —
the cold night air does not trouble me
There’s this crinkling wind
this feeling of possibility
now that sadness has lifted
and fallen again
Whatever happened to your friend —
the one who lived in Montclair
[the one you took to the hospital that night after Thanksgiving, after making macaroni and cheese on the stove of his emptied apartment]
Emptied after the divorce —
Years late I tell you on the phone,
in the park
I don’t want to hear this
yet again
the story of what happened.