the Heaneys at a christening on realizing everyone else had brought a present
write something
she said
he went in
went up
and wrote something
c l couch
(a story he told at a reading)
photo by Leonardo Iribe on Unsplash
Refuge
(listening to public radio)
A man is interviewed
Via translation
I lost my daughter in
The explosion
Here is a picture of her
There are two;
She was twin to the
Daughter I still have
Paper riffles, passing
The photograph back
And forth
Her mother is gone, too
He does not say his
Wife
I wonder if he says
“Mother” instead,
Because this is
The relationship that
Must matter now
The mother of his
Living daughter died,
And he must see to
That for her
Or is it that he cannot
Bring himself to say
Again, my wife
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