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ISABELLE
by
Estelle Bruno
I
have invaded your privacy—
the
privacy of the dead.
So
many books and files of your writings.
Impressive
diplomas, framed letters from famous people—
Governors,
actors, congressmen,
all
displayed on your wall.
When
I entered your writer’s sanctuary
my
hand automatically reached for the light button.
I
had no idea I would find such a treasure.
Perhaps
you were writing a book on humanities.
I
did not read your writings, only what was visible
to
my eyes on your wall.
So,
rest easy Isabelle.
We
moved your books from another place
and
brought them into your space.
You
must have been suspicious of me.
I
left your dusty place knowing full well
I
would have to come back.
I
did.
This
time you were ready for me.
I
searched everywhere for the light button.
It
had disappeared.
Yes,
you were ready for me this time.
~
first published in Poesia (2006)