Please Don’t Tell Me I’m the Only Man
Who’s Forgotten How to Hate
Fidelity is what I promised you
and you believed
I was the creator
of heaven and earth
of round white clouds on your pillow
your face gleamed
like moss in the moonlight
as I told you stories of travels
and picked the cities where
I’d take you
and our kids
it’s destiny, being a poet’s wife
you’ll see
through bush and bracken
slips the foam of this
very day
kindness is easier than parting
fireworks are a forgotten celebration
only algebra remains
incorruptible
pure art