23 and You and Me

Saying “this grave is for you” you put me to sleep one night, Years ago. Erased me from your memory. Now, when our lost intimacy presses my heart, I roll up my full sleeves, touch my naked forearms...

He said he pinched himself
Still in disbelief
That he is my husband
"Really, REALLY...!" he said.

Someone come bury me Don’t wait for me to die When poets are being buried, what of my death See my cut heart Feel its split aches Hear its wild echoes There, see it pushing its way Up through my throat, my eyes...

To you, I said I had a crush on you Thinking that you will imagine only little boys have crush, And so will spare me of your adult indignation. This morning, still buried in that crush, I opened my eyes and saw Only...

SHE: Saw him first, Groping in the dim light of my allowing eyes, So I squeezed him in, with my gentle hands. He stepped forward, wishing only not to be a stranger, But just a friend for now, Maybe, if God willing, even...