
I want you gone from me.
I want to shape you as a monster, remaking you into lesser desire.
I want to feel your skin on mine as much as it tears me to think it.
I want peace in my heart as much as love in my body.
No…
Poetry

Full-summer calendula on a baking porch,
Plump pillow with the cool case,
Sighs of husband waking.
The gut gets wise;
The kidneys rise for battle.