I’ve done my share. Coast to coast.
I’ve done my share of poet husbands, too.
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i choose love
he is the page
i have been seeking
the page i shall never
turn away from
the page repeating emblazoned words
endlessly
he is the one
he chose me
and i choose love
i don’t just miss you
i miss who i am
when you’re near me
guido, you son-of-a-bitch
i love you so much
you’re threatening
my precious angry poetry
look at me
i’m a puddle of fucking mush over here
i’ve kicked off my boots
to sit by the pond
and pluck daisy petals
but i still hate your mother
you should be made aware
i do not hold you responsible
for problems foisted upon me
by don delillo
or nathaniel hawthorne
but you
clever man
are entirely to blame
for kate chopin
creaks with an arthritis
all his own
powdered sugar romance
crummy on his collar
laboring down the sidewalk
beneath fading lanterns
reaching for unwilling hands
to help move his feet to the next stone
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the night he died
i can no longer recall
the last words we shared
but it was something screamed in anger
whilst trying to force the earth
to bend to our geography
memories, blood, and paint
all turn to brown
when mixed and left alone to dry
my mind retains only one
fading recording
of his voice
a few words
he would say in the most desperate
hours of the night
“Baby, I’m tired, I need to sleep. This is not the last day that will see me loving you.”
…until it was