guest menu specialsA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoguest menu specials sleeps through the shrapnel but wakes trifling at incorrect place settings and shrimp forks with no reflection you knew just the right part of me to use, and my table was your courtesy my eyes peeled like napkins melting against black iron tears and here i am, leaning up in bed silent light, reading your last letters wishing you knew that my bad etiquette was unintentional, and i was hoping to have a redo another chance to wake up in your heart raising a toast to the pillow talk we missed when the first dream blew itself up, without asking permission to leave the table. erin-cilberto 2/14/16 © 2016 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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Added on February 17, 2016Last Updated on February 17, 2016 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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