Poem for you

That sheet ain't gonna cover history, you know,

lumps and blood stains, and snags that stick

through when you try to remove it, would we

even know a white sheet like surrender?

I may have revealed too much, standing here

a picture on a kid's milk carton with a cotton mouth

and a pale look you'd bring up to a packed house

for freight or making teeth work a clean break.

I may have done more than what was ever my share.

They pull sheets off of paintings, great art or sculpture,

and the history there is the time it took.

Lasting as a crocked weather vane or a horseshoe.

Surely you don't think there is waiting there.

All day I can't put an art more impossible than

what you'd hide from even yourself,

sheet tied to get out of a burning building,

or sheet long as it is wide.

-s.m.g.

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