Came home and the windows were smashed
The place empty, all my belongings taken
And then you walked in next
And I remembered:
I still had everything
Monthly Archives: March 2021
Lost in Translation
I can’t translate you into a poem
Your radiance is dulled in words
The Last Poem
Every night I lie in bed
Thinking of my last poem
It still has no words
But I know it’s about you.
Totem
My spiritual animal
Must be the hawk
Every time I leave your hand
I come right back
HER AIRNESS
on the days i breathe her in
i never want to breathe out
Benjamin Grossman 