--for Charles
No foreclosure here, only aperture
No place to put the darkest conditions of possibility
Let the dead bury the living and shadows overlap
Let a little dark in since the light runs cold
In our blood beyond the falling snow of Central Park today
Everything is permitted since she is dead
I know your love for tradition in negative your love
For life itself which is not the denial of death
So much as the negation of negation
The snow as it burns in the photograph
Also the affirmation of a woman’s powers.
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