~hidden truths

*

i was born a well-read book

cracked spine

corners bent back

a run of notes filled

my margins

*

to he, who was my breath

my mirror’s face
death is unforgiving

and time is muted blue
like an acre of familiarity

*

a deadbeat tree scatters its roots
and leaves

*

so it was not one love
even coltrane can’t communicate

the uncoupling
the smoky ache of rum

and old jazz

*

suppose the sky is drunk

and rumbling again
who catches the rain when it falls?

*

because it’s summer

and half of each day

we are sinners

lah 7.13.15

By Lori Hamilton, © 2015, All rights reserved.

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