Always and forever will I hold dearThat fortuitous day in MayWhen we talked shopAnd pondered over aging clocksIn your city atop a hillOverlooking that beautiful belvedere
means existing at the ends ofincredible strength and incredible fragilitysimultaneously
I’m no ABCDI know exactly who I amI defy categorization
I am tearing apart at the seamsbruised, battered, brokenmy heart is hurting
Prenups reek of pessimismIf relationships are reducedTo an artifact of consumer cultureIs nothing sacred anymore?
So much of the commonplaceI have yet to experienceThe ordinary, the insipid, the uninspired,The simple, the beautiful, the yet to transpire
the immediacy, the scale, the inevitability
And yet the whole world!Perhaps you concur, tooBut it sounds terribly absurd