RelationshipsI am thankful for having had a meaningful relationship with a woman I am very deeply in love with and who told me, at the time, that she loved me. All things must pass; I let go of this relationship...I release it.
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to distract my mind….
from my lost love….
i went to Idle Time Books….
to have some looks….
poetry is relaxing….
let’s see, looking….
browsing….
soothing….
oh, Richard Wilbur….
Things of This World….
my sweetie’s favorite….
she could quote it and ….
hmmm...Louise Erdrich….
Baptism of Desire….
until, Michael Dorris, a bag over his head….
she crushed his heart until he was dead.... no pass...
Marianne Moore….
Tell Me, Tell Me….
Poems of New York….
oh, my Sweetie loved (loves?) New York too…. well, maybe, then...
Barbra Guest….
Moscow Mansions….
isn't she of the New York School?….
New York times two (pass)….
i’ll switch to art….
let’s see, Picasso, Cocteau, Marsh….
my Sweetie was (is?) an art scholar….
renaissance maps, she was too smart...pass….
er, ah, psychology?...
there’s the ticket… i might learn a thing or two….
Freud on Eros…. Adler on love and power...hmmm...our peace was so sweet…
(no, pass on them all, damn it! excuse me, let me through...)
head for the exit…. give a pass on Blink….
pass Homer (classics, her favorite) and his Iliad, I think....
pass Dumas (The Count of Monte Cristo) 'cause she loved (loves?) Hugo too....
pass them all and run though the thicket of memories and glue....
and, forget….
forget….forget….I wonder what she’s reading now?
pour another double…. blur the vision….
blur the past….blur the pain….and write, to remember not to forget.
