M.Harlow #55 Aug.24/13
“Poetry has no gender but it isn’t sexless.” Lawrence Ferlinghetti
How sad do you have to be to have a tear
freeze forever; yet there it is,
dangling loose…Perfectly formed
and silver, a testament to remind her:
how far she’s fallen, how low she feels,
how many real tears she’s shed over that man
She might as well face up to it…the china
pattern was a waste of time; he was never
coming back…they weren’t getting married.
Besides, silver was certainly more valuable
than all the salt-water she’s shed over that
asshole…finally, she feels a smile tickling
the corner of her lips.