a caraway seed stuck in my teeth
wakes me -
unbitten
he is one
pollen fluff blown by the storm.
clipped toenails swept under the bed...
long black hair clogging the drain...
shiprecked love
eyes like deck chairs on the Titanic
I hold onto Phallos
for survival
needle jousting night along
the ripped seam
of 3 a.m.
that day of his death...
always
from After Many Years Absent & Other Poems
©Mark Hannan 1993
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