Andrés Cerpa
If anything, I'm a petty thief in a world of forgetting, a blade in an elm,
a bottled note in the sea of Victory Boulevard at dusk.
Friends, family, gallows saints & ghosts, rig a swing at the edge of the shore
when I'm gone for the birds to perch & the bats to glide through,
to disappear & appear in the small places the moon cannot touch.
Thank you for the amorous & discontented beauty you saved for me here,
though most days, my silence was a soldier's slogged hand
hiding a match. I love you. I leave you the match.
from the book BICYCLE IN A RANSACKED CITY: AN ELEGY / Alice James Books
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