Mar 262014
 

Kelly Matthews English

 

Let me teach you how to lie.

Each night locks turned

 

we sing: I’m not afraid to die. 

Deep in sleep we meet

 

a heavier freight; face the stone

space inside the mind. You see

 

I am afraid of everything

because I cannot close my eyes.

 

Once a mother lost her children

and saw forever

 

how they looked at Death,

still back he gazed–

 

tunnel-mouthed

red underripe lips, they were gone

 

into the rest of it

and all that came, a dumb-rent nothing.

 

I want you to repeat after me.

When he comes, I want you to sing it

 

just like this. I want you to

close your eyes to the dark and

 

use this trick, steal away.

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