Poem #15

when i realized i’d never forgive you

when i saw the trumpeter blow
the horn, my jericho heart came down,
moved from flesh to fluid.

it wasn’t your hand i held, we hadn’t
spoken in months, but i’ll admit
that part of me pretended you were
him, not that you’d know. tendons

flexed as he played the brass, my breath
catching as i tried to keep from crying.

how long will it take to forget your hands
curling around a bottled neck, ungraciously
swigging glass to your lips. you aren’t

graceful, but still i’d rather it be your arms
touching mine when the lonesome lows
carried us home.


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