untitled
my father is blind.
he has always been blind in one way
now he is blind in another.
if he cannot see me
has any tree fallen in any forest?
I still love you he says.
what have I done that he should love
me in spite of?
all of my murders
have only been in my mind.
untitled
me. I
know
the body
on the bed
being
attended to by strangers
and cheerful none the less.
me.
I take his hand.

