Paperweight
Finding solid ground in
this bittersweet
symphony I
found you.
When we had a party,
a cookout in our
new yard, you
carried you
lifted, I watch rapt
as your body moved
fluidly, your hand
gauging the weight
of a watermelon
while the other pushed
a large knife through--
when it split
the meat, a cavity in the heart--
we ate the heart out
& your heart? I
heard the blood
pump through your
chest, the relief you
supported my head,
supported weight, the push
like a knife through
the crowd to the front
of the concert hall
where the blue lights fell
right on the crown
of your head, we used
to arm wrestle, you'd
lose, we screwed
kitchen cabinets up
& lifted cups
into them, the soft
little clink, the pleasing
of placing life,
our grails on shelves
fastened
firmly.
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