Poem

Viola Pantoum

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The cop asked me one poignant question on the bridge of our bad marriage—did I miss playing viola?…..The morning

lay un-composed, at the bridge of our bad marriage. I don’t remember answering.

The morning lay un-composed, while the cop stalked a woodland killer.

……………I don’t remember answering, the willow’s legato leaves unfurled.

While the cop stalked a woodland killer, he seemed to forget we’d married the willow’s legato leaves, unfurled.

While the cop emptied his chamber—he seemed to forget we’d married:

…..my super power is evanescence.

……….While the cop emptied his chamber, I slept in his uniform shirt.

My super power is evanescence — he never knew

……….I did this. I slept ……….in his uniform shirt…..& dreamt each tree—a coffin.

He never knew I did this. Does boxwood miss the tree it’s made from? I dreamt.

……….Each tree—a coffin. Did

I miss playing viola—

……………does boxwood miss the tree

……….it’s made from?

……………The cop asked me

……….one poignant question.