Sunday, February 26, 2017

"Her Name is Rose"

26 February 2017: Stopped in my tracks by this poem today, available on the Poem of the Day Podcast.

Here are the closing stanzas:

And I’m not sure, driving home 
later that night, still smelling the pallid citrus, 
whether it’s merely hallucination, the way 
her memory inhabits me; or if being 
in that same room, inhaling 
that same air, made some of her 
part of me. 

                  And whose veins 
are these, beginning to twitch?


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