LOVE, COMMITMENT, ETC.
By Sam Zafris
Someday, the horn of the train
will cease. Our bodies,
like bodies, will drown
in a great rain. Our bodies,
like bodies, will lighten & fade.
For now, there’s a picture of us
just off the road. Across that,
a barren field. Across that,
a river moves. Even in the heat,
the children climb my leg.
Once, your body turned to mine
in a whisper. It was night
& there was no one to hear you.
You painted my body
in twos, but it was the field
& its emptiness
that kept you awake.