09/26/2019

you came, as always
loaded for bear
full of jack-knives
and shin kicks
but I liked your
pretty dimple
and you said kind
things to me once
that I still half
believe, even as the
lights go out
and I crawl around
in the dark looking
for my eyes. I had
hair then, and a face
and I believed in
things as strange
as purple cows
or the benevolence
of space aliens
love, too, seemed
strangely believable
as if it were something
you could order seeds
for and grow.
a rake leans crookedly
in the garden now
and the sea is
a light year away.
heart, I am sorry--
Durga said these
things would happen
she said,
"hold onto your shins
and save a little bit of
yourself for me."