I REMEMBER YOUR QUEER STORY ABOUT CURTAINS




I remember your queer story about curtains —

But I don't know why it has stayed in my mind.

Maybe it's like something you happen to find

In some closet you might open now and then —

Something — you-are — suddenly — here. Again.

And — for no particular reason. Defined

It a place and time long-ago. Designed

So as to be vague — veiled; certainly no friend.



Yet neither dread enemy this dusty

Memento from a When — I'd not have had —

Yet still stab barely as then dull and pointless knife.

Now drawn now brandished now ready: MIND YOU! rusty

Gut bare-laid brain — here — pain... still-in-vain... still sad...

Still uncertain still gush purple blood life —