I strained (daily) to hold
my eyes off strangers & their bodies,
to not love
the thought of love
in apartments I'd never revisit, where we'd hold
our conspiring bodies
taut in wordless dark: somebody's
bare aches beneath me all I'd need to know of love:
no time to learn what resentments we could hold.
Instead, I held each sawtoothed want inside my body. And I called it love.
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