“Collecting Blank Notebooks” by Bernie DeVille

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One can see the obsessions
crawling through the cracks in his cup.
Pen tapping on formica counter desperate
to drain the seething tide building behind the dikes of his awareness,
dark contraband smuggled through a vocabulary
designed for polite retrospectives.
Gnawing at the shores of his need everyday objects become his repossessions:
Black Pilot G2 pens
Bumblebees in the lavender
The unyielding black eyed stare of the dead opossum in the driveway
The rusted mailbox driven into the yard by drunken Fiat
The feline who only recognizes your existence at 3 AM
The sullen defiance of boy versus full trash can
The hysterical yelp of a daughter whose cel phone has died
Making breakfast for one in a house full of relatives
The turning away that pulls the sheet over her shoulder
The simple loneliness of sunrise without sleep.
In his silences,
we get the emptiness he is trying to fill.

-Bernie DeVille

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