For distances

How strange you are, Life!
Although I do not know your last name
you condescend to kiss my hand
as if you knew me intimately.

May I guess what your last name is?
I will do so unabashedly, in translation:
the tail of epochs, of adolescences
disfigured by adulthood, & old age bid so!

But first, you bitter creature whose
bitter features melt into themselves,
I will tell you my name, once I delve
into my memory that long ago you stole—


~ by Jeremy on December 20, 2012.

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