August 23, 2012

Cold Nights

In the middle of the rubble-
I wonder how I got here!
Amnesiac and unaware

Cold, lonely
and homeless too
as if
being cold and lonely
was not enough

a chimney belches out
a happy dinner
a home with tinkling glasses
and tinkling laughter
and anklets too

I remember
I used to be that woman

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Maira Gall