No Other Rome: poems
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No Other Rome - Heather Green
Acknowledgments
I
IF ANYTHING IS EVERLASTING IT CAN
ONLY BE ONE THING
Early on, learned from Prince, parties weren’t meant to.
But there is the subjunctive continuous, meant to last. We party. We
keep going.
He was the last love on the last island, in the last channel-blasted reef.
The saddest words: the last time.
The last great auk.
Please last.
My Dad’s last days. He was freezing and bearded in a hospice like a motel,
the last rasping breaths.
He used to say: second is just the first person to finish last, or something
like that.
From day to day / To the last syllable of recorded time
Some say grief is the last way you get to love someone, but in truth the dead
become our close companions, even in joy.
Will anybody see the last flowering of the last nacred sea anemone?
I can’t undo what I’ve already done. I’d go back in a flash.
Trees sprinting up the hill in search of cooler clime will last a little longer,
but the hill is a cone with very little space up top, and only so high.
PROVINCIAL TIME
Resentment turned my cell nuclei into fake news.
The message spread like a rumor, became a dark