Sanctum Sanctorum by Chris Forhan
Sanctum Sanctorum
Chris ForhanI think I’ve lived enough now to be lonely
and be mad about it. I might as well rent out
a warehouse and sit there, scowling, every
goddamn light on , surrounded by loneliness.
I might as well hire back the angel who quit me,
spent veteran of my staying up too late
thinking. I’d make him put on some grimy
coveralls, sweep up the place now and then,
and stagger a half block, hauling the trash can
out in the rain to the empty street, and then
I’d make him come back again.
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This poem appeared in Forgive Us Our Happiness by Chris Forhan, published by Hanover, NH : University Press of New England, 1999. (Available on: Amazon • Bookshop)
ABOUT CHRIS FORHAN
Chris Forhan is a poet, memoirist, and essayist. His book A Mind Full of Music: Essays on Imagination and Popular Song was published by Overcup Press in 2022. He is also the author of the memoir My Father Before Me (Scribner, 2016) as well as books of poetry, including: Black Leapt In (Barrow Street Press, 2009), winner of a Barrow Street Press Poetry Prize; The Actual Moon, The Actual Stars (Northeastern University Press, 2003), winner of the 2003 Morse Poetry Prize and a
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