blackmail press 40
Jill Chan
first published issue 18

The fecund people - Andy Leleisi'uao 2014

You don't come home anymore.
All your days are houses
that don't need building. 
You use your hands
to hold the things
that don't let go
before you do:
water taps, newspapers,
food you unwillingly eat
just to feed those who love you,
who remember for you
the necessary lives,
the mornings that repeat their erasures;
memory folding its glances.
Now is the time
to be utterly useless,
to let all but the real
fall away from us.