Sunday, October 23, 2016

A HARD KNOT


of no

lives

inside me.

It claimed

this space

before yes

arrived.

Its flag

is black.

It has not

recognized

surrender.

It only weeps

for strangers

it has no chance

of ever knowing.

It stays,

like these letters,

between heartbeats

and consequence.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016

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