I asked him to wash the sheets
Before he left
I slept on the bare mattress
Anyway
I’ve done it before
It’s nothing new
I’m going to the desert now
To be alone
With my thoughts
To bury my heart
In the barreness
Nothing grows there
Perhaps it will be safe
Perhaps it will rest
Perhaps
It is lost.
Austerberto R. Palis, Jr.
April 27, 2008; 19:56pm
© 2008 Austerberto
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