Petrarch had it only half right,
his appositive, the deer dying
happy, wounded as it were
with the arrow through the heart
being both the reminder of love
burning pleasurably and inexorably
and the remainder of life,
fleeting and filthy.
Foolish man, [...]
I. The night afterward, I dream about you, so very pleasant. You're much smaller, just a head and torso, long ribbon arms and legs, and I'm carrying you where you need to go. We talk in our usual way, and everything's so very nice. I carry you i [...]
I take a lunch to the park to eat
by the reflecting pool, leftovers still
from Monday, but without the people.
Some ducks come up and attack me
for the food. I move away a bit,
and they come up again, and I move again.
When they come at me for [...]