STILL

It's funny how you come up when places like Brookline Booksmith are mentioned or how I think of you when Umberto Eco mentions a word on NPR ("protocols") that sounds like a topic of conversation we once had you appear in the macular of my mind's eye and hover there latent suckling at the breast of love with your wide dark eyes hungry and desperate for what my breasts cannot provide food for your heart a salve for your soul