With a Blade, a Shovel and a Pickaxe

"Twins," she said.
That is when my heart split.

You look up from your work computer and close your eyes, willing the worlds away to flood your head. You wish you were in her world right this minute, helping with her groceries, run errands, come back home and wash...

I know this much. I am heading for ashes. Knowing this, Having known this for quite some time, I float above forms, And above objects with names. Now and then My eyes are caught, In her diamond looks, By her...

I think someone is dead No, no, not the daily dead and dying But someone who is close to me She cut me off once, saying I am muddy water I think of a postcard she wrote to me Open, to my office address, with tenderness...

Saw you walk by A little boldly today. I turned away, but only a little Worried that my very look at you, Would afflict both of us. You with more derision of me, I with more longing for you. How I yearn to talk to you...

And after love,
I become half woman, half you.