Forgeries

69 michael homolka FORGERIES a light’s still on at the end of the hall / no she says it isn’t * she refuses to sing the lullabies in translation but I understand the original just enough to fall asleep when meant to fall asleep * deep in the center of our room I am home * on the mattress childhood landscapes undergo their necessary desiccation * look out the window she says at the stands of topless trees / their green is all just practice * her wish is to abandon lyrics that signal weakness / lyrics to which she feels most attached * deep in the windows predictions disperse like dandelion clocks CRSUM09 poetry.indd 69 5/22/2009 12:37:03 PM ...