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Poet: Len Kuntz

This morning 

I find you

on the sofa 

flush and wearing 

only skin

But Honey, I say 

where’s your robe?

Your owl-eyes stay 

pin-stuck on the carpet

lips tremulous and a

dull shade of periwinkle 

making me shiver 

and ashamed of myself

The kids’ll be here soon.

Your head cocks

Our kids, you say 

and I don’t know if 

that’s a question 

or confirmation

Randy and Ava, yeah.

You blink again owl-like

I don’t trust them.

I find a blanket and swaddle you 

thinking about trust 

love’s lank leash 

the luggage at the door 

the knock that’s 

soon to come 

the shifting limbs of conversion

memory and loss

Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State and the author of four books, most recently the story collection, THIS IS WHY I NEED YOU, out now from Ravenna Press.  You can find more of his writing at http://lenkuntz.blogspot.com