the poem drawer
on display for all to see
the light and shadows
it contains
a legacy of drowning and glimpses
of redemption

strangers passing in the street
don't make eye contact
gone
dissolve in memory

in the name of my father
the son I never had
and a bottle of vodka

obliteration

I wrote a poem
for her, for him, for me

one day they'll put me in a box,
a draw for a few friends,
and the electronic poem drawer?
I honestly don't know.
I hope
I fear

eternity
perpetuity

just write for the drawer
for transience
for catharsis
for absolution
for now

I saw a spider
outside my window
on a windy day
spinning