You say el otro día, and it could be any time,
An afternoon of sunlight on red bougainvillea
Or a time when the canals were dark
As mahogany and filled with rain.
Two days ago or a hundred—we’ve held
Each other for a long time now. I’ve memorized
The bedspread at your apartment, the weave
Of the cloth, the colors grown muted.
You want to replace it, but I argue no—
You just got it the other day.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 25, Issue 1.
George Franklin is the author of Traveling for No Good Reason (Sheila-Na-Gig Editions), a bilingual collection, Among the Ruins / Entre las ruinas (Katakana Editores), and a broadside, “Shreveport” (Broadsided Press). He is also the winner of the 2020 Stephen A. DiBiase Poetry Prize.
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