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Drew Pisarra

Erbium

For lack of anything better to do
at 4:30 a.m., I decided to
break out the Ouija board to see if we
might reconnect so that you could tell me
where I’d flamed out for from the looks of things,
life’s burned to ash. Is it common to cling
to a past that did not last? I would ring
you up if you were still alive. You’re not.
You know that better than I. What we’ve got
are A through Z above zero through nine,
the words yes and no, plus the phrase good-bye.
So… Are you game? Shall we give it a try?
Calling Keith, I mean Ken, or was it Carl?
I forgot your name whoever you are.

Drew Pisarra is currently at work on a series of sonnets inspired by the Periodic Table of Elements, a project funded in part by the Cafe Royal Cultural Foundation. His first book of poems, Infinity Standing Up, was released in 2019 by Capturing Fire Press.

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