No, the dress does not
make you look fat
nor do I see
the crow’s feet
(I hate that phrase)
or the myriad piques
your mirror announces –
stentorian to you
inconsequential to me.
Trust me here:
I love you enough
to see everything
yet be blinded
by years of
your being close
or apart
but always here
without my asking.
Table of Contents
Homage
Lilly
How to Write a Love Poem
Mulligan in Love
Dog Playing Poker
Celestial Mechanics
An Evening with Bird
For Anne Sexton – Almost a Love Poem
Cormorants
After the Divorce
The Vernal Notary
Assignation
Kaddish
The Last Consort
A Transit of Venus
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