Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Esther Heboyan: If


If
To prolong the receding hour
I must
Sort out your fermented mood
I'd better be unbiddable
Yet how utterable
Your closeness
When somehow cognac and cigarettes
From across the kitchen table
Uncheck yester-years' panic
Toward a disappearance
You call a beginning
Next time
Be a pal
And bring me a thesaurus
Will you



This poem has previously appeared in The Armenian Weekly in 2008. 

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