Three Questions
When his arms entangled you, did you feel the cry of winter geese over the hill, the echoing report of a 10-gauge? While your head lay down on the blue-striped pillow, did your lips form words from childhood songs, in Arabic and German? And when the pain came, quick and furtive and sweetly tainted, was the live and present motion of kinetic memory already severed from your mind, and from your breast?

©1997 Timothy A. Clark