Wednesday, September 19, 2018

On Vacation




Anaphylaxis

My skin rises to my defense.
Battle-tuned,
My ears close and turn inward.
Heat rolls off my body in waves.
Was this poem born of wasp stings? 
Or was this reaction
A poem's demand for life?


And Yet

i am forty one and married
you are a year older 
a gap that seemed significant 
when we were young
you too are married
both happily so, i might add
and yet
some mornings i awaken
having dreamed of you

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