When I met you I was only
Bones
How I wore my bones on
The outside like a
Dress.
And tonight there is a super moon,
The blood moon, this lunar eclipse,
And I go outside to stand in the
Black sea
Of our driveway,
Looking up and
Ankle deep and
How I see part of the moon,
A misshapen moon between
The trees,
Like
A smooth and white patella
Bone,
A kneecap moon, I whisper
To our children, asleep and
For you, because you are away,
In a hotel room in New York City,
Thirty years, you are saying to
Me, over the telephone, now,
How this moon will not
Happen again for thirty
Years,
But nothing does, I tell
You, how nothing does,
And this is our marriage,
The moon outside or
How the years wrap like
Vessels around muscle
And tendon and, yes,
Bone,
Around us,
Around
All of the times I have heard
You say no and, then, yes,
And your voice is made of words,
Syllables and letters that connect
And break apart and reassemble
Like atoms,
Protons and neutrons,
Or us, I say,
How the years wrap around
Us,
Because how many times,
How many times has your
Hand reached for my face
In the dark,
Countless,
Like stars,
But how each time, each time
Is like the moon,
Only once and
Never again
The same.
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Love this one!
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Incredible work
incredible work
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