They say that coffee stains your teethThe acid lingers, turning them yellowIt stays, long after the coffee itself is goneCan the same be applied to love? To home?What lingers on after some thing, or some...

I am not unacquainted with deathKnowing the limitsof body, of boneThe marrow, though youngcan still witherThe laughter, still ringingcan goI am not unacquaintedwith dyingImpermanence,AcquiescenceThe widest of wonders,the Dead....