alfie lee writing


Another song

I dismantle my premise and turn
to ask my mother. But she is not there.
Nor any longer ravaged by cancer. Only a city, lights dimmed,
on the periphery of vision.

The warning sounds of a pickup reversing. The white
noise of a thousand
television sets, rabbit-ears extended,
mounted on walls for trophies.

What i had to ask i forget.
But i forget that i forget so i ask anyway: Who
is that man at the door struggling to slip
his key into the lock, unable

to complete such a simple task?
What is the song he sings?
Tuneless and void?


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