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After the Separation (June, 2009)





After The Separation (June, 2009)


I can’t sleep again;
there’s no escape from this fractured place,
no space free of reminders.
Panic presses its weight on my chest,
heavy as a lead apron.
A man coughs and through
a sliver in the blind
I see his cigarette and its orange tip
fall into rainwater.
The apartment smells
of disinfectant and recent tenants.
I shed covers aside
and wander in darkness,
wary of unfamiliar walls.


Bruce Gunther


I'm a retired journalist and freelance writer who lives in Bay City, MI (USA). I am a graduate of Central Michigan University. My work has appeared in Saginaw Valley State University's "Still Life," and the "Dunes Review."


 

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  1. when I left the military it felt like death. curious how "separation" feels the same.

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  2. What you notice in a dark strange place. All senses kick in between desolation and the walls.

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