Bernard Henrie - Visiting the Past, Stealing Nothing

After the storm a few posies colorful
as Nembutal tablets on a dresser.

A mynah and raven all skin and bone
drink without looking at me;
the humid day unfolds.

I open your well-creased letter;
bitter words you wrote, the care
taken to injure me.

I imagine your satisfaction
burning my picture, your mouth
contorted like a woman thrusting
in pleasure.

Your shoulders bare as new coins
and shimmering with beaded sweat.

Bernard Henrie

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