because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

on tuesday at fourteenth and v

a poet might just save your life he
nodded, knowing, the truths spit
out from wine-red lips onto the floor

like that bottle of rioja the waiter
spilt that night we sat
in the corner and heard the priest

argue for equality
of ordination; you said
it was the candlelight

on my breast that caused
the contention; i said it was just
capitalism. it was still

raining; we walked
through sad poems
to get home, umbrellaless& reciting

rosaries of glass tomorrows.
we drowned only
in standing water once.

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5 responses

  1. First! I’m sure rain accounts for over half the lovely poems in this beautiful world.

    September 19, 2012 at 12:23 pm

  2. some really cool touches in this…the glass rosary tomorrows…walking through sad poems to get home…and the breasts causing trouble in church? never….ha….we drown only once…smiles….cool joanna

    September 19, 2012 at 1:49 pm

  3. Beautifully sad…

    we walked
    through sad poems
    to get home, umbrellaless& reciting

    rosaries of glass tomorrows.

    ok, then just beautiful. Mosk

    September 19, 2012 at 2:16 pm

  4. Wow… Walking through sad poems to get home, I just love that. The glass rosary of tomorrows… Love !

    September 19, 2012 at 4:41 pm

  5. “…rosaries of glass tomorrows…” Always felt these things were fragile and useless as a glass house, but then I am not Catholic.

    September 21, 2012 at 9:26 pm

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