susan smith nash
a
few grounds on the bottom
lipstick
smeared “reborn rose”
cream,
sugar dissolved in what liquid remains
as
though they never existed
a
photo of you, fallen to the floor, letters
phone
calls at night, long debates
words
cast onto time on immeasurable waves
and
on a learned amnesia so enlisted
a
guy wearing an apron clears the table
spilled
sugar dissolves in my tears
all
things are equally ephemeral
but
somehow I missed it
susan smith nash
may 6, 2001