#404: Two Erasure Poems on April 1, 2022

Grotesquely muffled,
the dancers, faces
flushed with food,
packed into a throng
of neighbors.

My heart gave a jump–
a storm door, wooden.
She was there
in another moment,
into the night.
No mercy.

The horse’s head
hanging under the umbrella,
water running
in the gutter.

Pleasant journey!
The coachman,
the waiter:
shelter at the station
in the shadows.

The hospital?
Take good care.
I saw her face
in the light.

Published by michaeljarmer

I'm a public high school English teacher, fiction writer, poet, and musician in Portland, Oregon

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