Poetry

In a Room Papered with Calendars – J. J. Steinfeld

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In a Room Papered with Calendars

You stand there arms folded

against your chest

a defiance as woeful

as it is inadequate

sadness returns to you

despite the rearranging

in daylight anticipating night

such tricks on and off stage.

 

You close your eyes

beg for just one or two words

from lips lost to time

(maybe a description more apt:

betrayed by time)

time both muscular and cunning

even a month of whiskeys

would not return a single touch.

 

You unfold your arms

somewhat acknowledge the days

then in a room papered with calendars

seek a gesture that will approximate

courage and timelessness.


J. J. Steinfeld is a Canadian fiction writer, poet, and playwright. He is the author of seventeen books, including Disturbing Identities (Stories, Ekstasis Editions), Should the Word Hell Be Capitalized? (Stories, Gaspereau Press), Would You Hide Me? (Stories, Gaspereau Press), Misshapenness (Poetry, Ekstasis Editions), Identity Dreams and Memory Sounds (Poetry, Ekstasis Editions), Madhouses in Heaven, Castles in Hell (Stories, Ekstasis Editions) and An Unauthorized Biography of Being (Stories, Ekstasis Editions)


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