The problem is, her breasts are better than mine!
The problem is, I'm much too old for her.
The problem is
I don't believe she means it.
The problem is, what would I say at breakfast?
The problem is, what if I couldn't come?
The problem is
I'm clumsy and embarrassed.
The problem is, what happens to the friendship?
The problem is, what would her boyfriend think?
The problem is, I'd fall right off my label.
The problem is
I'm sick of making choices.
The problem is how to have sex that isn't a power relation,
The problem is
women are the last safe place on earth,
and if I lose that...
So in the end, she let me make excuses
though she had pretty hands
and lips like cheese
and a birthday-party giggle.
In the end, she married and moved and I lost her address.
And in the end I loved her
and I miss what I remember
and I wonder what I missed.
(Honorable Mention, Benicia Annual Love Poetry Contest, 2012)
(Honorable Mention, Benicia Annual Love Poetry Contest, 2012)
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Dragonfly
PoetryWelcome to the Dragonfly collection by Deborah Fruchey. Here, the stars are savage things, toes are like crickets, and a friend is a lost wedding ring. These 10 evocative poems come from a larger work, Armadillo, available in print at http://amzn.t...
