Everyone must have a pocket this deep
Sewn tightly in each corner
Let me know this one by heart
Incise surrender
No crime so sparse
I paint my grandfather
To remember a pinhole
In his forehead
Profound ovals
Upheld by his jaw
I never knew him without wrinkles
Nor the name of his Spanish piano songs
I'll name one Paradiso
Unlike infernos
Drawn in the woodstove during blackouts
Caves in mind
Never full
Shells concave his face
Where barnacles and cancer
Evolve for his fingers landing the keys
Blank and sharp
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