she sits on the floor
going through a cardboard box
reading me love letters I have written her
while her 4 year old daughter lies on the floor
wrapped in a pink blanket and
three-quarters asleep
we have gotten together after a split
I sit in her house on a
Sunday night
the cars go up and down the hill outside
when we sleep together tonight
we will hear the crickets
where are the fools who don’t live as
well as I?
I love her walls
I love her children
I love her dog
we will listen to the crickets
my arm curled about her hip
my fingers against her belly
one night like this beats life,
the overflow takes care of death
I like my love letters
they are true
ah, she has such a beautiful ass!
ah, she has such a beautiful soul!