Aiden Garabed Farrell
A Month
just a month later and
i’ve filled the yard with waiting.
i’ve seen it rock and spill
at the brim,
dump into the sea
from the window.
a month more
to fill the house with pacing.
to squander hours apart,
spread myself across
the floor, angled
toward the door.
spend it staining
tablecloths with
the bottoms of coffee mugs.
six feet from my parents.
taking naps in the spare room.
a month inside, by the window,
try to appreciate
light as it hovers
carelessly next to my head.
i’ve filled the yard with meaning,
the hallways and thresholds.
it is necessary.
—Submitted on 04/11/2020
Aiden Garabed Farrell‘s work has appeared in Where Is the River and Belleville Park Pages. Living in Brooklyn, he is an editorial and outreach assistant at Futurepoem Books.
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