Poetry

“And Perfume Precedes the Dead Letter”

by


P.E. Tottenham


The moon becomes large

Two people fall in love

As another one weeps

Pantomime in Cumaquid


The girl’s lilting voice

Could she reappear?

Red sunsets behind

Driven through a dark cloud


Car is womb warm

Perfectly detailed

Metal Orange Flake

High-Gloss blood pounds ear


Accidents in cars

Children’s faces blur

That angel at your side

Books left unfinished


The bed will not be made

I stare at the door
The highway past your house

Like a wave that never crashes


As you know you’ve always drowned:


(In Robinwood Pond)

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