Secret Life Page 2 2. Though walls will always turn on me, though I am not two boys with green batons beneath this tree's secret life with squirrel, though I watched in thrift shop the cartoon     villain say, "We must find a way to make Underdog forget who he is!" I see myself in hope, the blanch parts of carnelian, this spire on a vine without leaf, in all things I wish I had to give and in everything that I have ever failed to keep. Even this tumbled hematite mirrors me as it does you, whom I will never save, and you, who will never know. "You, whom I could not save, listen to me." from Dedication by Czeslaw Milosz. "It matters that autumn is grafted onto autumns" from Hat, Coat, Gloves by Cesar Vallej. (My use of autumn in the singular is intentional.) Erin Lambert lives in Syracuse, New York.