Your Father on the Train of Ghosts

It’s getting near the last page, we’re going

to have to turn back or give up soon.

When we were happiest,

we did such things. And we’ll be happy again, against

the backdrop of the mountains, ordering wine.

like that time we pretended downtown

Denver was in Paris,

what if one tries to replicate something that

didn’t work out all that well? T

know what happens

when one tries to replicate the past—yes, but

PAIN CAN WARN US OF DANGER

And pain is bureaucratic, where we find ourselves

The frame of the image

doesn’t allow for much, in terms of context.

saw you in the park,” was one. “If you know

what I mean,” was another, but none of the doors

in that house would close properly, the divining rod

didn’t fit, and your cousin died suddenly.

I had a lot to say to you, several meanings worth,

at least.

after the Bichons Frisés,

the migraines, the sentimentality cloaked

in sappiness.