wearing your ears around her neck a sign of respect for the evenings she misses the most remembering when she first married eagerly joining, every single night, another woman’s husband to make love maybe she wanted to be noticed the dragon who grew the size of a house and wouldn’t shrink until acknowledged maybe she […]
Tag: part product of an erasure poem
when you don’t want her
fragile after I miss you terribly rusting wedding bands a cold bed ink that never dries and after— issuing commands between pills makes estrangement heroism; I wrote you a letter every day even so, you remained with her, an ocean away
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