Monday, November 28, 2016

no response

every time i go east
i call, i text, i email

he used to have a separate bedroom
for his parakeet, Zola.

he never replies
even though he is a writer
of very short prose
it would not be that hard to

email me, text me, write me, phone me
send a postcard of Fenway Field,

i know he loves that place.

our backdoors once opened onto the 
same stairwell.

one year he gave me an address book
with a woodblock print on the front.
i still have it
it still has his address in it.

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