The Anatomy of Memory

Unable to sleep in the early hours of all the saints, my mind wanders off into the darkness, chasing satori in the owl’s throaty call.

Bible-thin anthology pages
in his shaky hands
my grandfather
reads Howl aloud
in the kitchen

The Anatomy of Memory

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