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Snow Angel

Today, the future has finally arrived
giftwrapped in snow—
it’s the future I hoped for
when I hiked alone
around Yellowwood Lake
a dozen years ago
on a white winter day like this—
ignorant, then,
of how to tell the oaks apart
after their leaves had fallen—
back when I hadn’t a clue
which bird was singing which song—
all I wanted in those days
was someone to share that beauty—
who didn’t need to know anything
about the plants
that grew in wetlands
or on the prairies—
I could have been happy
with a partner
who knew nothing
of the migration patterns
of falcons and owls—
I could have loved someone
even if he couldn’t explain
the differences between
cumulus and cirrus clouds—
but somehow
here I am
on my back in the snow
making angels with someone
who wants to know as much about me
as he knows
about every wildflower
he’ll name for me in spring.


Painting by TC Steele, “Early Snow”

Corner Booth

The beautiful man
in the black coat
turns away
sits alone
in a corner booth
looking into his hands
at the menu
so full of choices
and we who see him
wonder why he is alone
why his jaw is clenched
we wonder
if he loves someone
who doesn’t love
him back
and we speculate
that he is too pretty
to be loved
for anything other
than his beauty
because men like that
don’t have breakable
hearts or bodies
that are equipped
for anything
but sex
and when his food
arrives he waits
a long time
for his soup to cool
before he takes a sip
and in the meantime
he uses his napkin
to blot
his darkened eyes.







The filter is on
and love is squirming
trying to say
what it feels
like it needs to say
but I am the gatekeeper
who decides
how much
should be revealed
and I have one finger
on the trigger
one foot on the gas
another finger
over the barrel
and one heel
about to catch fire
from all this friction
all this dragging
all this restraint
that is supposed
to save me
from embarrassment
and the sudden
doe-eyed expression
on my face
that contains
every truth I can
never say.





Painting by Vilhelm Hammershoi, public domain

Job Security

Never mind
the fact that you
are in a position
of privilege
and have choices
to make about
where to dine
on Saturday night
and what kind
of hardwood
to use for your cabinets
in the new kitchen
you are able
to afford
and forget about
the sultry and exotic
places you’ll travel to
in the spring
and in the winter—
you are about
to begin
the second half
of your life
with money to spare
but none of it
can buy back
that love you lost
while you were
too busy
things you thought
would keep it.






Painting by Vilhelm Hammershoi, “Interior with Easel”


This is the day
you never thought
would be
a celebration
back when
you were sure
your enormous wish
was never going to fit
into the contours
of your life
so you did
what anyone in love
would do
you blew up
the boundaries
and stepped into
someone else’s world
with not a single
to put everything
back how you found it
if what you’d done
turned out to be
in vain.




You Wonder

You wonder
if you’ve ever
been imagined
into someone’s day
someone’s life
someone’s fantasy—
have you ever
been wished
onto a plane
or into the woods
or into a warm bed
on a winter night
for a connection
that had nothing
to do with sex
and everything
to do with love—
and you wonder
if even once
you’ve been wanted
by the one you want—
if even once
there’s been a match
in this universe
that could have
saved your life
pulled you up
and out of despair
but both of you
believed the other
deserved a kind
of perfection
out of your price range
so both of you
ended up here
on a blank page—
one of you writing
and one of you
reading into it
whatever you can.





“Waiting by the Window” by Carl Holsoe, 1865

Cancer Center

The waiting room
is without warmth—
grays and blues
and faces
lined with concern
sallow with fear
some of them
seeking answers
some of them
wringing their hands
with a knowledge
they hope
to radiate away
and it’s hard to tell
the difference
the body language
of the sick
and those
who are writhing
for their loved one
to become a ghost.