The Fieldstone Review


it appears you have not noticed
but i have disappeared
gone from you and this house of
bleached bone we once lived in
i watch you through the parlour window
your mouth moves
you make wild gestures
i do not understand what you think you see there
looming in front of your anger
if i can i shall send a letter:
i am sorry, but you have lost me
to pyramids, sphinx, and mummified kings
i have picked up a handful of myself
slipped through my own fingers
have scattered
and gone