Poems from laiman.severson
I look in the mirror
And see the reflection of my papa’s heritage
My Scandinavian father’s father’s father
Towers over me smiling
His eyes...
I
n
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d
to.
j’ai
besoin d’
return to the
sweet acridness
of cigarettes
and lingering
diphthongs
displacing
my tongue.
insisting on....
Every now and then,
My mind escapes me, and returns--
Exerting more energy with each fleeting arrival
And departure
But this time, it...
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Vessel to vessel
Trust to trust
On someday in March…
I remember distinctly
Listening
To yourheartbeat
That...
Held firmly
Tilted toward the shadows
The room is illuminated
The empty corners
Fill with a brilliance
Revelation
Tongues of flame
...