begun

I have begun
without
you again

beside your dark
regret
your cloak of shadows

I rise a morning
where you
sit

                    your
hollow winter bones

 

 

 

dull thud

I stitch your name through the night
silver thread across the mouth of each vowel

deception by a single
prayer

no earth in the grave
no fire
in my sleeping eyes

 

                  one untied branch
                  misted anchor

                  dull thud
                  for the frantic

Cindy Savett, a graduate of the University of Pennsylvania, lives in the Philadelphia area with her family. She teaches poetry workshops to psychiatric inpatients at Friends Hospital. Her poems have appeared in recent issues of LIT, Margie, The Marlboro Review, CutBank, 26 Magazine, and other journals.

 
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