The Dress

Today I’d like to report
a sudden absence 
of starlings,
 
a hide-hole of rabbits,
an apparent hibernation
of bear.
 
Today I’d like to pin
the faces I’ve lost
to the names that won’t come. 
 
How is it
I can so easily remember regrets.
 
Oh the things I did to you.
Oh the things you did for me.
 
Today I’d like to state for the record
that my mother once 
gave me her pants  
when mine were bloodied.
 
She buttoned and belted her trench coat,
pretended it was a dress.

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