seven
I
have sorted over our burdens
Deep
into the pit of my skin
up
around my meat
under
the ribs
to
the left a bit
Where
my pink heart hammers
Not
even a beer so cold and smooth will help you there
It’s
where I have decided I will not suffer your sorrows
Those
that can be only yours
But I will be gentle with you
But I will be gentle with you
I
could help you try on some of your old grins
I
could teach you funny things to do with your hands and
songs
to sing to your baby
on nights when it is arduous to get a child to rest
on nights when it is arduous to get a child to rest
I
could make us homemade noodles while waiting
for
the tea kettle to hiss
We
could open a book and start reading
like
we’re on a stage
I
could march with you to the top of a hill
roll
a joint and tell you about the boy named Bright
He
liked to have sex on trains
He
kept a list
You
could tell me about living in Marin
And
the one that got away
I
could bake pies for you
and
bring you a slice on your break
With a thermos of hot coffee
and a tiny brown love note
With a thermos of hot coffee
and a tiny brown love note
I
could cradle your heaviness between my breasts
stroke your hair in silence
We could be the happy ones
Who says we can't be those?
stroke your hair in silence
We could be the happy ones
Who says we can't be those?
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