Cartographic Memory

Saying “this grave is for you” you put me to sleep one night, Years ago. Erased me from your memory. Now, when our lost intimacy presses my heart, I roll up my full sleeves, touch my naked forearms...

Why talk of the unknowability of death? Nonsense. Let me tell you what death is. She will never think of you. Not out of spite, Nor because she doesn’t want to. While your body is cremated You let your heart burn...

This knowledge, That I may never see Beyond this wide-open front That I see when I close my eyes Maybe this is how the end arrives Calming me, telling me Not to ask any more questions Will I hold my resolve When this...

Like when the wave, after splashing you as if you were a child, Recedes, as if you were a stranger As if you will muddy her waters She too, began her indifference God, tell me, why everything Turns out like You...

Every time she looked at him, she saw a new stranger. Every time he looked at her, he saw a new friend. Polite she: “Sure!” Skeptical he: “What did she mean by that?” Uncertainty strings...