B.

in 3 weeks since Samhain
i have seen a number of sunsets
just now 5, no 6
going westward on a jetplane
toward home.
back east, a northern town
lies completely barren
where someone was
named B.
from your room,
i have removed the extension cord
you used, your shoes, sweaters
tights & sex toys, your makeup
is in my own bag now; good taste.
i have packed up your forlorn
body pillow, your bed got thrown
to the bottom of long steep stairs
you’ll never –
the stool you used
was used again
later, loading your
stuff into a truck.
shrug?
i have wondered & wept
at all the secrets you kept,
i know some of them you did try
to tell me.
chasing sunset away
from bitter boreal cold,
i come home
still gripped.
in 3 weeks since Samhain
the things i have seen of
shadows, loneliness & even dare
i say irony?
people always use irony
improperly.
don’t they?
i danced & danced & danced,
smiled all day long
conducted a magic ritual
where I shed all my grudges
& limitations,
i felt
my whole body renewed by
some greater powerful cosmic force,
i felt
all the available healing in the universe
come my way in glory & gratitude,
shattering a dark ceiling,
sooooooooo alive!
3 weeks ago on Samhain.

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