This poem is about Paul, no other
She was larger than life
She could not love demurely
Her hands grasped you
like you were the last, best thing on earth
your brown eyes
lay asunder to any suspicions of real love
She withdrew to dust when
you left, inbetween passages
moving to cities with complete strangers
with no details no trace
She was a piece of your wise kingdom
and an outlaw in your family
Although they were full of manifested flaws
blood relatives with no grace
many of them hated women
that resembled your mother
abandoning
awakening
an undedicated housewife
Who was the backbone of support?
When you looked for the size 22 women
who would say anything you wanted
You're weak now but stable
yet unfulfilled
She is still chasing your dream
down Grand Avenue
with the enthusiasm of your father.
Circa 1996-1997
jdh
6.30.17
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