Thursday, September 16, 2010


all the women i’ve ever loved
flood my lungs
and stay

i am made
then unmade
by their loud

from this one:
why have you not come
back to find me?

and from this one:
did i not love you enough
as a child?

and from her:
let me be the home
you are searching for

all at once
a chorus of water
my heart swells
open and shut

open and shut
like a bruised eyelid

all these women
treading water

waiting for me
to choose

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