Tag Archives: Aileen Bassis

Still Morning

Black trash bags torn apart by rats or stray dogs lie on the sidewalk with bits of chewed bones, scattered papers and eggshells. I do want to forget these last years but small bones in the gutter without skin, muscle … Continue reading

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Pennies

I’m longing for finality like the curtain’s wheezing touch in the dark at the end of a double feature, or pennies tinkling through a hole in my pocket, my fingers wiggling in search through a scratchy opening. Something is lost. … Continue reading

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