a poem a day...

[gayathri]

Unbidden by Rae Armantrout The ghosts swarm. They speak as one person. Each loves you. Each has left something undone. • Did the palo verde blush yellow all at once? Today's edges are so sharp they might cut anything that moved. • The way a lost word will come back unbidden. You're not interested in it now, only in knowing where it's been.

I love that image that today's edges are so sharp. Today has been like that, knife edges in me. (actual and metaphorical)

(and this was pretty ossm: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5661?utm_source=poemaday_040209&utm_medium=newsletter&utm_campaign=content&utm_term=prose_languagepoetry )