American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · LGBT · Poetry · Queer

James L. White

It’s dark.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a room of empty pianos.

When you return to something you love,
it’s already beyond repair.
You wear it broken.

— James L. White, from “Lying in Sadness,” The Salt Ecstasies. (Graywolf Press June 22, 2010)  Originally published 1981.

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