August 23, 2016/October 16, 2016 My bookmark is a band aid a fortuitously meaningful sign in a Book of Longing reminder of the reparations of my whole life for example that time 1970 maybe when she asked me if I liked Cohen and I had to say No right away after all we were working that’s just an excuse a band aid over you know suppose I’d said Yes that would have led me straight to her I don’t even remember her name or anything else about her just that she was the one and only goddess of my life the one who shows up through all the long story every bus stop and chance encounter how could I possibly have admitted Cohen’s heart cracked open without turning directly to her limbs and hair? how could I only just see it at five in the morning a full leaking life later?
Martin Ahrens 