What is Left

The piano (I bought
with the money left me
by my sister who left
the world eyes open
in her own guest bed
where our mother slept)
out in the abandoned
dairy barn, for which
there is no room
in this small
warm house,
and the stacks
of monochromatic
oil paintings of men’s
and women’s bodies
that were always only
ever mine, but for whom
there is a lack of walls,
will not withstand
the cracking cold,
the thaw.


One Response to “What is Left”

  1. Fey says:

    Sometimes cold is a peaceful letting go…
    A silencing of all life’s noisy mechanisms
    And of the incessant buzzing of stinging

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