when my father had been dead a week
I woke
with his voice in my ear
I sat up in bed
and held my breath
and stared at the pale closed door
 
white apples and the taste of stone
 
if he called again
I would put on my coat and galoshes

From White Apples and the Taste of Stone.

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Joe Marflak
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