we didn’t tear the veil
we sewed a pocket into it
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a thousand times this
so much was lost
to lessons i had not yet learned
however
it is impossible for me to regret
wedding dresses unraveled
children i never had
thousands of miles traveled
had i given my whole heart
to those who came before
i would have nothing left
for you
beautiful man who has
redefined kissing as
your lips touching mine
redefined loving as
my hand holding yours
until the end of time
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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
there are but three
unchangeable forces
known
in our meager lives
.
history is indestructible
dying
and the passage of time
.
that having been said
no wrongful death
may be avenged
with the death of another
.
if history has taught us
nothing else
it is that
war
makes murderers
of all humankind
it’s a sun drenched
saturday morning
in early september
the year is two thousand
and fourteen
we’re not getting any younger
i possess no energy
for suffering fools or fuss
we should be taking turns
waking each other up
with our tongues
on alternating days of the week
it’s you
you
i know you
gods be warned
i know you
without assigning a name
resisting every possible old soul cliche
through
the roman empire
the dynasties of china
older than that
before there existed a bering sea
i have traveled with you
i have loved you
i have breast fed on a balcony in naples in 1849
because of a night with you and too much wine
and after all this time
was pleased to hear
your voice has not changed
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
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geisha
with the solar eclipse
came
a falling away
a cleaning of the kitchen cabinets
right down
to the aging coffee scoop
as if the new morning light
chased your wailing ghost
into the burning sunrise
two years
that’s how long it takes
for love to die
and when all of it
is considered in a dissection tray
only these things were real
it doesn’t matter how you screwed up
i never want anything once it becomes mine
the way you always giggled and asked
did you fly backwards
when i squeaked out my tinkerbell sneezes
and the way you would smile
and compulsively photograph me laughing
a geisha
head bowed
hand over mouth
bashfully holding the joy inside
i’ve been loved
i’ve been loved
i’ve been loved
i wear my silver hair
a mysterious darkly dead father
a beautiful blonde door locked mother
siblings of foreign surnames
an uncertain childhood
the capacity to thoroughly consider
high school amongst wild hogs and angels
husbands
my bad choices
evil men
good women
great grandmother who is a disney character
exposure to religion
loving too late
the one man i want
and can never have
every war we have waged since 1776
motherhood
twin stretch marks my battle scars
autism
traveling
being a mortician
being a poet
being a teacher
bourbon
smoking
being born
all have aged me
i wear my silver hair
lightning atop my brunette crown
as medals of valor
death
will cease to age me
i’m only 35 as i write this
my god
it’s a long way down