the art of the...
Take a long look at the strangers
you’re going to bed with…
You’ve heard it said but, children, it’s
truer than love—
you marry them all.
Cora
Fry’s Pillow Book
there’s time
maybe for a quick
rain…
and after,
because it was so furious,
a pinch for
what’s been
left out
uncovered, what’s been
waiting to be
put away. It’s not lazy.
It is
a walk beside
it for a while
and then leave
it alone
complete-
-ly
and when the
ashes are bagged
in black
plastic, tomorrow,
there’s time
for a quick
rain—
don’t even get
undressed.
Just wait for
it.
Wait
for the blue
break. Stand
beside
everything that’s coming
undone and wait
to get wet.
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