Dry
By Larry Jaffe

My lungs ache
from breathing
sleepless air

In my
neighborhood
late night
sirens scream
memories
scalded
by blood

I cannot stop
crying
even as
my tears
turn to dust

I hold
your hand
but your fingers
so brittle
they fall
from grace

I swallow
my eyes
to better
see inside

Blind tears
are not easy
to digest

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