he mounted stamps
when he could
no longer mount stairs
no longer mount wife,
he
mounted
stamps
screaming at Man U
screaming at you
as
you
screamed back
and i
laughing
turned up the sound
so today
when you
called to say, as
i knew you would, as
you knew you would, that
he had passed, that
he was gone, that
he was lost, that
he was
Dead
Say the word. Saying it will not make him any moreso.
i found myself wondering
what
will become of
them
his sheets of two
dimensional children
will they
lie in pages
lie in boxes
for years
for decades
until she, too
is
Dead
and your wife, of
whom you will have
tired
forces you to
What good is all that to us now if we can’t sell it?look
and in looking
you see not
him, not
you, not
her, but
Us
Us
running up Kennedy’s
death trail in the rain
clutching and covering
laughing and lingering
so proud, so happy, so
eager and so
sure
He’ll love it! It’s perfect! He’ll love it!so very
sure
will you
hold that mounted
sheet in your still
pudgy
hands, and
remember the
slip of your thumb
up my thigh, the
flick of your tongue
on my collarbone, the
clench of my sex
all
around you
or
will I, too
be
Dead
and both of us
all
of us
Lost
©s rogers 14 march 2008
