These weeks
of wonder
write postcards
on tablecloths
With arguments
like any weeks
these perfect weeks
divide up now
Don’t hold again
your great fears
The homelands
Or future homes
Great families
Ill-tempered friends
We see you
through these few weeks
These weeks
return you
Ravenna
its history
and mothering
waiting for you
These perfect weeks
dividing you
Your emptiness
your full love
Your proud face
your sicknesses
You separate
your languages
You give up
all words for now
Those few weeks
those distant weeks
those perfect weeks
where was I then?
In what city?
In what time?
You don’t recall
You can’t recall
I was in my sleep
hands flat against the sheets
And you believed each word
The truth
Mouth wide
Full state
We slept back front
back front
Then again
those peasant weeks
were hungry weeks
What did you eat?
The feathers fell
The ground wet
I wound my arms
around the wind
Stone remained as stone
below above and in
And you achieved such strength
That edge
Eyes closed
Blank state
We slipped in out
In out