SAY MY NAME
f r a n z   w r i g h t

I'd be entombed
inside a period

in the closed book
in the huge dark

of St. Paul's
where we used to meet,

                                            wafted

downaisle toward
banked sunlight-colored candles.

I'd be in your mouth,
in that huger dark:

body that stands for the soul.

Word that means you are loved.

From Ill Lit: Selected & New Poems, © 1998 ~ publisher Oberlin College Press, Ohio

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