by Deborah Dana

We sat together in an ice cream parlor;
the double dip chocolate melted
into your innocent mouth.

The answers to your questions, barbed wire
in my throat.

How to find the words your young mind
might understand?

How to explain my sleep
of infinite dimension,
the scream of red eyed siren,
the empty nights that stretched into days
and far, far beyond and when was I ever
coming home?

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