AFTER EASILY I take with me waiting to be felt the next pain and its relief while the light lasts I can conceive the night to come but in the dark dawn is on my mind there are places too distant to reach the many forgotten days any childhood carries what dreams my father had in his final sleep of coma who my mother becomes when she is too weak to be herself only and not like everyone else who weakens how often the work I chose to do hurt me the words after the edge of what I could find to say easily