Poem for July 22
July 22, 2012 § Leave a comment
When M stalked up the stairs we said
“What…” “I’ve been raped and I’m
furious.” No police, she simply
decided to burn all her possessions
which consisted of mostly clothes and
books. When she gathered up “for Love”
by Creeley, I asked if I could have it.
She gave it gladly. Cinda and I exchanged
looks and she asked M for a sweater.
Sure. Not to be too obvious, we didn’t
ask for everything, but the next day
we were able to give back blue jeans,
and several blouses and sweaters,
but she insisted that I keep “for Love”.
-Allan Kornblum, from Awkward Song (Toothpaste Press, 1980)