Marilyn Higginson, Wild Horse Creek, Oil on Wrapped Canvas
Care Giver
Even when you’re gone
the telephone rings. I answer
and hear you talking to someone else
love want hold
love want hold
I meet you
in strange places: a corner of the bedroom,
watering the plants, driving the car.
You look up and create
someone like me
who is not me
and go scampering into conversations
I would never hold
Oprah acupuncture angiograms
tarot Zolof hair
I am the invisible visible
who cooks and launders
and watches Little League
continually plotting
to assassinate
the me the him the other
rescue you from them
from yourself from death
_____________________
Robert Joe Stout