WATCHING YOU GO

for my father

AT 9255 SWALLOW DRIVE, LOS ANGELES

Watching you go
in your island garden above the smog,
above the dazzling ruins
rich with sauces, starry killers;

watching you go,
an Ozymandias among his orchids,
the phantom pain of your absent lives
like your fingers, numb and jittery,
tugging at gray leaves, skin so dry
it skids across the bones;

watching you go,
an object among your objects
I visited all my life
as a darling oddity,
petted, even loved,
darting among the glamour,
never abandoned, never home;

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