She choose him and in
Choosing him she chose the
Sweetness over what was bitter.
With him everything was better.
So their love moved toward
The center of all, pulling together until it
Became so dense and small
And packed tight with devotion
That it exploded.
after a pause,
the cooled nothing space of this creation
turned gracefully to stars.
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My life has seen a certain lack of applause
At least when you think about Clapton —
And is it because I never learned Chinese?
Or that I never uncovered a proclivity
For the knitting needle?
Or the need to tame tigers,
Or the unquenchable desire
To cross the sea in a kayak?
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When she woke there was his head on her pillow, like it belonged. Her arm was a sash below his folded hands, and all three rested on his rising chest, forever. The first thought she had that morning, then, as her shoulder lay like a sweet pancake on top of his, was astonishment that the eyelash on her lover’s cheek would ever consider escape.
The Upper West is wet with mimosas,
with fresh-pressed polos and mommy dresses,
with children hunting woven plastic baskets.
It makes me wonder (with my hand unheld)
where and when
will mine find theirs?
She braided into her life
the ribbons of others’ fates,
and for chancing it
her soul was beautiful
beyond the telling,
strong beyond the breaking.
For even when the strands came loose,
she walked with colors trailing.
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