I have this struggle with authenticity;
it pounds away at my consciousness,
I'm not really comfortable anywhere
...
To Love No More
is a dreary trek,
a trudge across
frozen ice above
...
Lift me down again
that always feels new;
Twirl me down again
to cure my dizziness.
...
She was without her Spring
seeming born from childhood to only Winter Cold
and I was drawn to her for that reason, it seemed.
...
They found her dried tears
at the beach
beneath the sand;
...
You are my dance-time lover
the one who dances dances dances;
while I sit at the table
with my husband.
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Her map of the world is different than mine
there is no north south east or west
everything is centered in Middle-Earth
and all things had some similar priority.
...
If I write the perfect poem
then my creation
mocks me
because it is perfect
...
Happiness in the dictionary pages
ricochets between
hap and hapless,
...