| Poetry |
THE ALMOST SENSIBLE MADNESS OF LOSS
That precious commission
Yes I said,
do you sell bottles to keep tears in?
She
looked at me for a handful
of dusty seconds
and then turned her back
and walked away
searching for a another customer
she wouldn’t have to judge
too much
for the sake of that precious
commission.
I left the store
and ventured into another,
futilely searching
for a bottle strong enough,
big enough
to hold tears,
so I might give you mine
when you return tomorrow
for that final box
of you
you left behind.
by Edward Lee
Email: This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it