Counting Bones

Poet's Corner

Mark Bradford   ARTINFO. blogs.artinfo.comMark Bradford
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The milk bottle
on the counter is empty
What was so deep rich creamy
has shifted into such pale plastic
The uncolor of skin without blood
through which given enough time
love learns to count the bones
of what were our lives
in the sunlight

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