Twilight Temerity

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Photo by Kelly’s Eye Pics

She asks me
to tell her
about his voice,

if I have
home movies
she can see,

or if I can
control my mouth
like a ventriloquist.

Her questions scratch
at my throat,
and a lump enlarges
and chokes my memory.

My Cain apple
marked by Adam’s sin
prevents any imitation.

My senses begin
to slip away.

But my eyes and ears
quickly recall
watching his chest
rise and fall

and hearing
his dying gasps.

Out
and
in.

Out
and
in.

Out
and
–––.

 

Christopher Stolle’s poetry has appeared most recently or is forthcoming in the Tipton Poetry Journal, Flying Island, Branches, Indiana Voice Journal, Black Elephant, The Poetry Circus, Smeuse, The Gambler, 1932 Quarterly, Brickplight, Medusa’s Laugh Press, and Sheepshead Review. He works as an acquisitions and development editor for Penguin Random House, and he lives in Richmond, Indiana.

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