on new terms

On New Terms
by deborah garrison
I’d like to begin again. Not touch my
own face, not tremble in the dark before
an intruder who never arrives. Not
apologize. No scurry, not pace. Not
refuse to keep notes of what means the most.
Not skirt my father’s ghost. Not abandon
piano, or a book before the end.
Not count, count, count and wait, poised — the control,
the agony controlled — for the loss of
the one, having borne, I can’t be, won’t breathe
without: the foregone conclusion, the pain
not yet met, the preemptive mourning
about which
nothing left of me but smoke.

0 thoughts on “on new terms

  1. ambitious to-do list ideation. i like the racing direction, especially followed by the sighed conclusion. that’s the speed you’d imagine you’d be flying at if a finish line tasted palpable enough.
    vroom vroom.

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