Requiem in Radiant Time
Poem 26 ±
April 26, 2017
Your soul-of-doves flew from Chama toward heart
You had a good time. The time
the time you painted your step-brother's barn
midnight, by mountain central time, when
Remember, you sewed on 11 ripe rhinestones?
I kiss the time you nicked my neck with thinning shears;
Today, the hospice is cold. Your bed is a coffin,
In your strands of dreams, your mother is not drunk,
Andrea Watson is the founding publisher and editor of 3: A Taos Press. Her poetry has appeared in Nimrod, Rhino, Ekphrasis, International Poetry Review, and The Dublin Quarterly, among others. She is co-editor of Collecting Life: Poets on Objects Known and Imagined (3: A Taos Press, 2011)and of Malala: Poems for Malala Yousafzai (FutureCycle Press, 2013), the proceeds of which are donated to the Malala Fund for Education for Girls.
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