VISITATION
(a dream-memory of H )
My eyelids are transparent. You are standing
On the other side of the bed
Your body glimmers in the darkness
I see the white bones of your skeleton
Do you remember the fish bone
That got stuck in your gullet?
You said I was happy you suffered,
You were right, then.
It's good to see your bones,
Stay there, on the other side of the bed.
you smell of tunnels,
you smell of too much time.
You settle on me like age,
You descend on me like dust
Strapped inside myself
I shout,
Let me out
You can't.
Painting by Stephanie Anna Lightsmith.
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