ALL OF THIS
We could spend
all of our days
paying rent
or taking out
the garbage or
mowing the lawn
each week
in a different
direction
so the grass
lays down better
and call it love
and it wouldn’t be
wrong, but that
isn’t what matters
most, only
makes our lives
not less but
more as we get
ready for the big
day—waiting
for those who will
take us away
from all of this—
THE POET
How can I live
with you when we
can’t agree
on where’s
the best place
to break the line?
SO LONG
It’s my turn
to go
rogue. Last
night I went
to bed
after feeding
the cat
and thought—
I hadn’t
written you
in quite
awhile
and probably
wouldn’t
for all I knew
not because
you mean
so little
to me
but just
the opposite—
how too much
of a good
thing can be
enough
to cancel
everything out
and I don’t
want that
right now,
maybe not
ever—took me
so long
to get
the flowers
near the lawn
to grow in
just the right
direction—
