Amra Brooks: Winter

Fall '08 TOC

Rid myself of collection
sell the furniture
a move across
leap of faith
box up the cat
arrive to the funeral home apartment
a throaty cackle from upstairs
reminds me that I am more alone than ever
or just as.
The fever comes on at night
ice baths aren’t cold
I have no strength to stand
without juice or soup
and I can’t talk to you.
It makes me cough.

The truck delivers
an angry driver
I lie on the floor
watch them climb heaving books
they’ve brought my bed from California
chest cracking hack I am unable to lie flat
I sleep sitting up in my parka.
The sky pinks
Snow will fall.

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