How silly to think that
getting to the paper first
has anything to do with
how long you will keep it
and
how silly to think that
a paper
has anything to do with
love.
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Day 73 – Happy Living
Happy living
you Macy’s catalogs
there’s never any room
at your tables
you can’t see
out your windows
you’ve never burned a thing
and your sons come home
and you’re happy
in spite
of all that
Day 64 – Mushroom Cap
Love means
I can’t be a
mushroom cap
floating on a pond.
I’ve got to grow legs
root down
break
disintegrate slowly
and die.
No more vacation.
Bummer.
Day 34 – Pillow Talk
You’ve been
working late nights
and I’ve been
punching early clocks
and we haven’t
been connected
for a while.
Last night
you thought
I was sleeping
and you
were right
but you
opened a window
deep
and whispered
and something
sacred in me
heard it
and woke.
I can’t explain it,
but that’s us.
Day 27 – Coin Bank
I knew you loved me
but I also thought
you secretly hated me.
We tore each other down,
always for jokes.
Once after a fight
I bought this coin bank
shaped like a skull
and I covered it with
flowers and gems.
I wanted you to think
I was cool and fine
without you,
because I thought
you were so cool
and definitely fine
without me.
You said it was ugly
but I knew
you were a damn liar.
I said I loved it anyway,
that I didn’t care
what you thought.
And the truth is
I was a damn liar.
I never even liked it.
I just really cared
what you thought.
Day 20 – Easy Love
That easy love
is
not for me,
not for us.
It can be
like the movies
when two easy people
fall in love-
how hard could it be
after all?
But you and I
are two difficult people
and our love
is tougher stuff
than all that.
Love In My Sneakers
I didn’t know then that I was California-bound
except the fibers on the back of my neck
knew something was wrong
with where I was
and love didn’t make me stay.
I was levitating in the rabbit hole,
pleading for someone to choose for me
because everything I wanted
wasn’t enough;
it was love in my hands
but it was also love
in my sneakers.
And it let me go
just like I watched you go,
tired of holding my feet
to the floor.
I had love still dripping from my shoelaces,
dragged wet traces across the whole country.
I stained every sidewalk I found
with the love that I left.
But I was California-bound,
I was always heading here,
and the love that I couldn’t keep
steered me on.
