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I can feel the nubby weave of fabric used to make my red jumper on your
Singer sewing machine, we picked out the pattern together.

Normally, flat on my back outdoors,
I note the changing shapes of clouds
billowing up over the horizon

The ghosts of Sicily are rising again
Searching for me in the scorched hills

I’m five when my dream arrives,
A tortoiseshell cat on our porch

The chill wind
rears up shoring itself against me
petrified in bed at the thought that
you might only be brewing coffee
so that we can sit together and have
that chat, but this morning I waited and
you weren’t there & it’s tea the old
men are drinking anyway

My mother accompanied her father on dates with his mistress.

When my brother was small
and I was little taller,
my grandfather rode his horse
up to the back door, stepped
off onto the porch and spat
his way into the kitchen.

To disappear, light a match. From the flames
disperse ashes out to the campfire grounds, then play

the guitar until the strings break and bleed into your skin.