for Craig Fields
. . . His sigh
broke the stillness
with a weighted delicacy
as if to say
don't
you
under
stand . . .
and each word
bled slowly
as from a wounded mouth
'I,
too,
have
given
up.'
my face shuffled the subtle expressions of terror
the moment was brief
and so quiet
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~Boston, 1985
for Craig
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