Taming lions is the first thing that comes to mind
The first sequence is the sequins, if you will.
Syria seems likely somehow, given how brave you are
or maybe you’ve been up four hours before me
teaching high school history, though it’s probable
too you’re sleeping still, ahead of this evening’s matinee.
Who’s to say? Certainly not me.
Though I’d have preferred another ten years with you,
the stories you filled them with will have to do.
It surprises her that planning a
life without a husband is so much
more peaceful than planning a wedding
without a groom. In the three years since,
she regrets not
one penny spent on the rose
bouquets she’s bought herself, and
has long stopped plucking the
petals to see who loves her, or not.
She only hopes
that, after everything,
she will find real him in time
for the end of everything.
She has never swum in the ocean
or grown a garden
with someone she truly loved.
It was like thinking “some flowers would be nice in here”
and going to the hardware store to buy them
and then throwing a fit when they say
they only sell hammers and nails there.
Once upon a time,
she got everything she wanted
all at once.
it took less time this time to realize
she had been so dangerously close
to taking 40% of him
in exchange for everything.
And every night you’ll make us a fire
that the slapping-cold air can’t tire
no matter how hard it tries.
The pinprick stars will shine
on the face of your guitar
as the strings sing
and rise. And then there’ll just be
a rough kind warm hand at my shoulder
tucking me in with the lyrics of a song
still on my tongue.
I could conjure a moment to set off
into the cloud of life alone,
just as you might put my moods
down at my feet like a stack of books
and sigh with the heavy relief
on some selected night.
But as for me, I will rearrange
And as long as my hands can
work in a garden, there will be roses
on one shelf. I know that about myself.
For though it may not be
I will still be able
to cradle the moon
in the small palms
that used to hold your cheek.