Poet
She’s gone so far from my life
where my intelligence fails torecognize any familiarity of
senseful thought, my soulsuffocates from its
disconnectedness and heart-break to a point of dyslexia-
mania, her missing is mymargin of blockade and
standoff, a point where nopen can write past, and no
view can look further,my language misses her,
and has gone to find its“she”, my “her”, leaving
us in a world ofbarrenness and dumb.