i am not
an easy person to love
yet he does it with aplomb
this man who makes the sun
rise and set
by parting my lips with his
slowly
i am not
an easy person to love
yet he does it with aplomb
this man who makes the sun
rise and set
by parting my lips with his
slowly
we were
front porch of the bar
refugees
escaping the after midnight noise
and creeping stench of miller high life
seeking a rock
elevated enough
to smoke a cigarette
upon sitting
he insisted i should wrap myself in his coat
to take away the chill
of late september
he kissed the spot deemed sacred
in my hairline
then asked
Baby, did you know the stars don’t really twinkle? Atmospheric conditions block the light from reaching are eyes intermittently and create the illusion of twinkling light.
i remembered that night
yesterday afternoon
as i taught my circle time enraptured students
about the universe
the milky way galaxy
and a mnemonic device for recalling
the names of all nine planets
pluto still exists in my classroom
and for a moment
so did my love for you
as joey left holding hands
asking his father
Guess what Miss Alicia taught me today? Stars don’t really twinkle! It’s an atmospheric interruption of light…