Dear Don...
another country whispers through your words to me, because either you or I seem to be from afar...
and I obviously have so much to learn to follow all of what is happening. Certainly I get the gist of your storytelling, but it is not so clear to me as it seems to be to everyone else. That's probably about me and not your writing, however.
The "leak of darkness" and "conversation set me on your vinyl couch" are excellent choices of words. I'm puzzling over the "month in your shower curtain" and "sidewalk of tarred together pieces of me". Obviously I have a lot to ponder at this point.
But I'm here to learn more about this poetic injustice.
deLighting in the process, Daniel