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The Man With His Back To The Room

This Is A Story Someone Is Trying To Remember

If I can, I will tell you of the deer dying in the yard & starved pullets that wander in circles in the snow &

how I need to find the place they scattered my fatherís bones & to hear my motherís final words.

If I ever can,

I will tell you again of my need to caress my first wife & not be thinking, Ď Would Gloria take me back as I was.í

When I remember,

I might tell you volumes of lies that disguise faces & florid afternoons with wine & sesame cakes & visits from . . . but

chances are slim & the train will leave soon & before I go I wish you well &

warn you of the blizzard that will come in the night (as it will) & the family that eroded as some do &

the marriage that was doomed & the evil that kids do to one another &

if you remember to tell this story as it was told,

I will send you a letter with a number & a key & when you find what you are looking for

maybe you will remember me.

Barcelona Diary
It's Mother's Day
By Dawn's Early Light at 120 Miles Per Hour
The Man With His Back To The Room
Intimacies, Prose. Poems and Stories
Homage to a Widow
It's Only TV
Improvisations - Chapbook
After Goya
Improvisations - From Contemporary Music
Mustering What's Left