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