POETRY

 

Diamond Talk



His expressions are pained.

He wears pained expressions.

His eyes are off in corner distances, brow 
lined with creases deep enough for loss.

I'm standing everywhere except where he's looking.
He's looking through me 
into the empty space behind me.

Three years of breathing each other:
What will be different?
What's between us?

In the afternoons, I cry while watching jeweler's commercials.
The brides are always veiled in silhouettes of joyous emotion,
their mouths open in surprise, a symphony playing in our ears.

His expressions are pained.

He wears pained expressions.

His eyes are off in corner distances, brow 
lined with creases deep enough for loss.

In the mean time, I alter my hormones; long after 
other woman's children; stare at 
the sparkling fingers of my friends; measure
the sagging sadness of my breasts.

 

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