Poem 18 ±
April 18, 2017
And then one night
Through phantasmagoric shifting
me, ecstatic to be with you once more,
I didn't question.
Centerwise, we paused
Many years now,
knowing that light journey
while ever opening your gift:
the distilled essence
From a long poem cycle, "The Midwife of Death," written in response to the poet's sharing her brother's journey through AIDS.
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