Research: Journals
The Journal
Issue 32.2
Anecdote of the Disappearances
John Gallaher
I'm standing in one of the upper rooms,
at night,
the weather making progress at the window.
It is deep spring.
I'm standing in one of the yards,
my lover past a window.
The window is dark. My lover
rises from a lake
and recedes.
I'm counting houses,
starting with small numbers. I'm saying, one,
followed by one.
My lover says the Christmas cactus
is falling apart.
Magazines from florists
cover the coffee table around it.
My lover is holding knives.
I'm standing for a photograph. The photographs
are rising from a lake.
We're going to go swimming. We swim.
It is deep spring.
We're playing with the invisible children.
We're racing.
