ConfessionI confess father, I am afraid, Afraid of the silence, The dead air on the radio, The dial tone from a phone Swinging on a cord Bump…bumping into cold metal.Confession
Afraid of the absence Of ticking clocks Clicking keys Afraid of the absence, father, of your words, For
Like a wall I bombard you
With enthusiasm Anxiously analyzing What bounces back
Father, I am afraid of emptiness, Emptiness in the yellowing hall Of a forgotten house Stale with trapped memories, The emptiness of cutout shapes When blood rel
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