I Got to Whisper

memories into my pillow

at night when everyone but me dazes

when shrike-like grasses die in the wind

and the moon groans with silver veins

sometime dreams wrapped in glassine

hum memories into sleep

hush crush a sad humble pie

crust of recollections

spoken into corners

I twist out of bed

to sit under chrome kitchen light

read labels loud and clear pea

oat goat groats flat voiced

whisper under the table to the cat

I remember my mother I chuff

I remember my father I huff

cat looks pensive.

a good death she thinks

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