missing persons


(poetry diary 147) Armantrout might not have meant “Missing Persons” to be about what I went to it for, but I’m still finding it helpful. A troubled friend went missing yesterday, and thankfully was found in decent health by police. I’ve been watching the story unfold on social media, along with other friends–some who know the friend well now, some who were, like myself, close a longer time ago, but who still care enough to be watching this all in anguish. I like the ending of this piece esp–reading into it why stories like these are difficult even for those of us on the periphery.

Missing Persons
Rae Armantrout 
God and Mother
went the same way.
          *       *       *
What’s a person to us
but a contortion
of pressure ridges
long after she is gone?

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