The Fieldstone Review

After Opaque Visibility

Like waiting for the dead to return
wearing the clothes they were buried in
I left cheese and baguettes for my missing hero and heroine.

There is always a need.

My hero has eaten the last of the figs,
backed into the tree with his Benz — he left
no note for me.

There is always a need.

My heroine — well, she had wings (which she had hid from me).
She is now a star in Italian films — she left
no note for me.

There is always a need.

There was a need pulling at the hairs on my arms.
I glimpsed empires

while hero and heroine spoke of fleeing to Europe
with leftover drachmas in their pockets —
I was invited. I was invited
to alter myself like a loose suit — become anyone else
even a heroine

someone's heroine

speaking empires and audible whispers.

(My mouth now sewn shut like the dead's.)

There will always be a need.