Explore Poems: Heartache & Loss

Here before the sun rises, I find it difficult to make the words, to lean
forward three years after your…

I dreamed you called without reason, picking up where we left the
water months ago. Origins without …

The wind makes a salad
Of the countryside & we still refuse

To learn each other’s last names. You get
What…

The gates, the gardens, the windows, the sky, the ledge of  bricks, the fallen leaves, the porch where…

to the tune “mu lan hua: magnolia”
 After tonight, what’s left of you is you

moving into my dream. Outside…

相离徒有相逢梦。门外马蹄尘已动。
怨歌留待醉时听，远⽬不堪空际送。

今宵风⽉知谁共。声咽琵琶槽上凤。
⼈⽣⽆物⽐多情，江⽔不深⼭不重。

I created more loss where I meant to make less.
Created more debt where I meant to make depth.
Created…

You’d never call the branches
arms, though in certain
lights don’t pine and man
look like hands

conjoined…

I’m in Shartlesville
Eating air-chilled wings in the sleeper cab
I took the contract because the devil…

Today everything
in this smoky love
seems false to me
from the two glazed pools of your eyes
      where…

If love be staunch, call mountains brittle
Love is a thing will live
So long, my dear,––oh, just the little
While water stays in a sieve.

Yea, love is deathless as the day
Whose death the stars reveal;
And love is loyal all the way,
If treachery...

and it ends, of course, in fabulous heartbreak, like anything—
it’s not an if, but when—so the trick …

There are so many things I’m not allowed to tell you.
      I touch myself, I dream.
Wearing your clothes…

I know you’re hungry for it.
More money. More news. Desperate

for any laurel that parades you
as happier…

The effect—for those three hundred years, while the cupid remained hidden—was a kind of silence.

Like…

Deathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind,
child of Zeus, who twists lures, I beg you
do not break with…

We were ravaged             by our loss,                       our child.

                In the shower,                    slightly past midnight,

after I’d covered the …

I did not know it was possible (your constancy
being among your chief characteristics)

and I, bereft…

I pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the party and the seed on the ground the afterparty.) I am getting so good at watching that...

i. brother

Your gift was you could name any random
recording (and its personnel) on any random radio station
or record player.

You and I taxied downtown. Awkward silences
born of different fathers that rainy May evening: to celebrate
a your twenty-sixth birthday and my fifteenth...