THE CITIES WHERE I MEET YOU by Deborah Ager
Let it be Miami, Baltimore, New York.
Let fruits of the Osage orange tree crack.
Do you smell their acrid perfume soiling air?
Let wind shovel the clouds aside
until they grey the west with rain.
Let it be the city of love, of heartache,
of longing. Let rain pelt me.
Let sidewalks buckle under you,
And I will ask what is dying like?
Let me introduce this husband
I love. Let me show you this son
who is not to be. At night you're here;
the shadows move in the corners,
and I believe in them like a god.
This is my hand touching your ghostly body.
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