| Yet More Poetry |
| Love Or Something Like It Featured in poetry.com's Best Poems & Poets of 2004 It's about as friendly as whiplash and always knocks you off your feet every time you stand against it. It has no discernable form or function yet it permeates so insidiously every crevice of your so-called life. You don't mind especially in winter. On cold nights you invite it in without even asking its name. But the next time you lay helplessly on the floor consoling your wounded ego look up and see if she still has a glow about her. |
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| Letting Go You, with entirely too much seriousness, butter your toast, knife digging deeply, repeatedly into that brightly colored tub with the little blue flowers on it. Maybe, if you dig long enough you'll find forgiveness in there. It's as good a place as any you've tried lately. It hurts a little to look at you because you look at me like I'm channeling her on purpose. I look away, out the window or down the road to what seems like an increasingly improbable time when we are older and wiser and have freed ourselves from the self-conscious entanglement of misspent youth. |
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