Francis Santaquilani

It All Has To Go - Poem by Francis Santaquilani

Though your chair is empty now
Your overripe sorrows linger.
More pungent than the soft, warm fruit
Always piled up high in that tattered basket

On the table between us.
Without the hovering fruit flies, wafting cigarette smoke
And your drawn on eyebrows to distract me
I really notice the yellowed, floral patterned wallpaper.

It all has to go.

Comments about It All Has To Go by Francis Santaquilani

  • Melvina Germain (7/13/2007 10:44:00 AM)

    Very vivid imagry and I agree it all has to go. Excellent work--Melvina-- (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, December 12, 2011

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