Comments about Robin Becker
Yom Kippur, Taos, New Mexico
I've expanded like the swollen door in summer
to fit my own dimension. Your loneliness
is a letter I read and put away, a daily reminder
in the cry of the magpie that I am
still capable of inflicting pain
at this distance.
Like a painting, our talk is dense with description,
half-truths, landscapes, phrases layered
with a patina over time. When she came into my life
I didn't hesitate.
Or is that only how it seems now, looking back?
Or is that only how you ...