Your leftover words, I wantto say them; let them be said.—Chana Bloch, "At the Open Grave"
They leave us without finishingthe sentence. You think holding hands,
the hug and kiss, will be enough butsomething goes missing, like the time
between waking and an alarm chimingwhen you measure what was said
and unsaid. Outside at the topof a long flight of stairs, the wind
promises a damp evening. Twilightlasts for hours at this latitude. [End Page 59]
Carol Dorf has two chapbooks available, Some Years Ask (Moria Press, 2017) and Theory Headed Dragon (Finishing Line Press, 2016). Her poetry has appeared in The Mom Egg, Fronteras, E•ratio, Great Weather for Media, Glint, Slipstream, Surreal Poetics, About Place, the Journal of Humanistic Mathematics, Scientific American, and Maintenant. She is poetry editor of Talking Writing, where she has published two selections of Chana Bloch's poetry and a 2014 interview with Chana Bloch.