Wednesday, July 16, 2008


the first year is the hardest
is what they say

is it like breaking a horse?
training a puppy?
pruning roses without gloves?

like the after sunburn peel
layers and flakes
if it comes off in one piece, like an orange, do i get a prize?

last night the moon sat on our roof.
full and heavy.
the sidewalk held heat.
these days we leave all the windows open.

how can love feel so full
and so terrifying?

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