A Careful Measurement

It’s all I can do since you stopped writing to me
to recreate your image in a story
in which you are as tall as you ever were
and as sleek with the same bushy hair
but I’ve added some embarrassing skin afflictions

you are trotting across a country road in the rain
and to my credit, I don’t let any cars hit you
there is nothing but thunder and lightning
striking through the gravy of a sky
with the consistency of porridge
I have surrounded you with this setting
as a suffocating, lonely blanket
the mud staining the bottom of your skirts
and all the cows and horses in hiding
somewhere warmer than you will be able to find
until several chapters later
the scene is lumpy gray with mud and clouds
both splashing and infuriated
then, as you are running, your heel breaks

that is exactly how much I hate you today


If it wasn’t so dangerous

the rain slashes the makeup
right off our faces
as we tend slowly
to the slippery terrain
i say the broken glass
around the fireplace
may look ugly now
but in the sun
it sparkles

ideas keep falling
out of my mouth
she says
did you know
there’s some sort of
in the ground
and if it wasn’t so dangerous
wouldn’t we love to go barefoot
and all the scientific ways
we could benefit from it

but theres glass and needles
and lyme disease contending
with our ambitions
i tell her about the time
on this same path
i was assaulted
and she doesn’t say
that i deserved it
even though i was embarrassed
about what i was doing

she says
if it wasn’t so dangerous
we could do
so many more things
isnt it exciting
even just to think