Saturday, September 2, 2017

all the lovers are miles away



all the lovers are miles away
and a fence post in the pasture
is too aged to keep her
barbed wire well hung

all the lovers are miles away
and the gate handles are too
entangled to release them from
their holding loops

all the lovers are miles away
and the horse and her two
companion minis graze upon
browning autumn grasses 

all the lovers are miles away
and the lame dog limps
about the yard and lies in the sun
and gnaws a phantom sore

all the lovers are miles away
and a zephyr caresses the
pasture grass as one would trace 
a hand across one's hot scalp

she had surgery 
recently on her foot
to right a 
prevailing wrong

the doctor had
been vague about
why it hurt so
much for her to walk

 neglected soreness
that began as a middling,
almost trifling, foolish
annoyance had calcified,

he told her,
into an unforgiving  growth,
a riotous spur
the size of fate

she said what hurt
the most was the
bandage that kept the
dressing around the incision

how it tightly
taunted her in her
immobile state, no longer 
able to regulate her day

i watch as she
unspools the swathe
from her treated foot
blackened and blued as it is

the wound a puckered
ridge two inches long;
a pleated range of pink
flesh tied with black x's

have you heard from ---
no
have you spoken with ---
no. they're all gone

we talk as she
lets the gauze fall
to the floor and wiggles 
color into her toes

all the lovers are miles away
but the bandage is still
warm and i roll it into
a clumsy ball

and help her undress
and ease her into the tub
and watch her hips
and her thighs

and the way the water
rises up around her
arms and her breasts
and consumes her navel

and she dangles her lame
foot over the edge
and i palm her hot bandage
and watch her 

all the lovers are miles away
and my serene girl,
blood on her foot, is right here
and says bend down and kiss me









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