Eloise Klein Healy Poems

for Colleen

The cliff above where we stand is crumbling
and up on the Palisades
the sidewalks buckle like a broken conveyer belt.
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for Sappho

Let my music be found wanting
in comparison
to yours (as it must)
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and on the waves in turmoil
in the harbor
gulls floated
like pieces of paper
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Instead of having sex all the time I like to hold you and not get into some involved discussion of what life means. I want you to tell me something I don't know about you.
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Turning your back, you button your blouse. That's new.
You redirect the conversation. A man
has entered it. Your therapist has given you
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My father's dying
resembles nothing so much
as a small village
building itself
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