


Ghazal XI
that you showed up here, Ilona, carrying
spirit, details of life cast aside
come, bring your bread, pace slowly
to kiss her, over and over
pictures of old, sudden urge to cut herself
a measure: the time spent agonizing
the scissors tracing the leeway
and then they recombined, droplets
paling bones the oxen kept
for the length of our conversation
the walkways might stray from us
where churches would rise and be roofed
I look her in the
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