..from Dark Earth… The Word Is Not The Thing

The pain doesn’t need to remain
the permanent guest;
this relationship
coming from the past:
our ghostly searchlight up full.

Is this why I make endless
phone calls,
the animals closing in; and music
seeping from underneath the numbered doors:
of rooms on fire all around me?

©Dean Baker

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