Love Notes

Again & again until the river next
to where we met becomes a reliquary
for aortic insecurity. Yes. No.

All this vulnerability: on the backbench
in mosquito light, always humming at you

like a bee with foresight. Or kitchen
stiff as the striped cat bumbles another
jump & keeps trying in the habit of dudes.

The whole circus recedes into circles
of afternoons. The sink, the cat, bottleneck

of your hips. Yes. It’s all waiting here,
below a red reflection of skylights. It’s all
waiting—unsolvable, our rawhide arabesque.

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