the gameWe have loved each otherand lost. You took the riskand won. I know you have loved me becauseyou trusted me to understand. I lovethe things you love and your beautiful life,bursting into blossom.
milesI buy a necklace I will wear when you step off the plane,instead of a sign you will see a bird, wings folded like the inkon your legs,you step off the plane and run your fingers against theskin-warmed metal, waiting for usto take flight.
the surfaceSkipping stones is the same as walking on water,except she wants to sinka little bitsometimes.Skim the seaweed,she wants to walk both worlds, the pressureenfolding her head,her eardrums silenced, no lapping waves orshrieking birds, she wants to follow the stones,tumbling into the darkwithout coming upfor breath.
truth of itThe phone rang and rang,I held my bathrobe closed, chased down the angry words youscreamed and locked them in the bathroom,stuffing a towel under the door -I hear them pacing.The snow is muffling the night, I lightthirteen candles on the three windowsills(yes, one has an extra)I light the nighton fire.Which comes first?The idea or the words?I write down "beginning" erase, "st
"backspace, trip waaaaaaaaaitfor autosave, read a poem,listen to the wordsgun and fierce,contemplating the shrunken sleeves of mypink bathrobe, not as nice as hers, I'm sure,but it does the trick -and we're back,stupid,my heel itchesandI remember what I said todayabout losing my patienceand how he told you he lovedmy painting, though he never looked when I wasin the room.