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Poetry | June 2012

Lullaby (for a husband)

By Susan Comninos

Taking the Eros
out of it, I admire
your wool shirt, your wallet

which is worn and lithe.
Green like any tea life
likes to be. Black

with its color. Beneath
you, I think of afghans,
a winter of blankets: cold

compress that the
heat’s left. This room
has cracked

around the windows, or through
the walls–
if there were ever.

Your hand is like
the craters of the earth.
I fall into it.

1 reply on “Lullaby (for a husband)”

Beccasays:
June 6, 2012 at 8:09 pm

Beautiful poem.

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