love erases its name


                                                                                               Love erases its name: it

                                                                                                                              writes itself to you).

                                                                                                                           - Paul Celan 


i am the sentence

love serves


in the illegible yard of a family's



uttered into predictability

its routine haunts

the stone-bloom of a child's

chalk-drawn flower.




from the wall that has always been my limit

i watch



in its uniform of sacrifice


erases its name

because it does not recognize itself

in words.




from Cipher and Poverty (The Book of Nothing)  Mike Schertzer, 1997