Bio Note: I was born in Montreal Canada, raised in the Pacific Northwest and have lived in Oakland since 1989. I came to poetry late, having first secured a Painting degree, performed in nightclubs, then built and burned large buildings in the desert. I live relatively quietly now, cooking, gardening and writing poetry. My first book was published in 2016.
The evening sky is as expected on a clement day with soft clouds that I should spend less time thinking about, if that’s what you could call what’s happening as I wait for sunset to bend down and hug me to the sound of trumpets but it stays out at eye’s reach, as ever, where no poem can coerce or capture it and maybe that’s why I trust them, if that’s what you could call what happens between me and these words.
There was a queen who was unlike yet exactly the same as all the others. Her dissatisfaction with this was immensely gratifying to her and kept her bouncing like a safe from bedroom to bath and kitchen and couch, high unto heaven then down to hell, which she didn’t believe in but was afraid to be afraid of until one morning she tried to remember what day it was and realized, in torpor and with a sly glee, that the name slid away like the face of a lover hovering on the edge of forgotten.
©2020 Andrew Sano
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