I keep hoping
for amnesia.
Waking in a state
of sublime dyslexia.
The ability to spell your name
miraculously gone.
I anticipate
opportunities
for grand betrayal.
A house key left
on the bedside table
of a stranger.
I want to forget
how to find my way
back to you.
Purge the need
to skin my knuckles
against your door.
I’m exhausted by
the lure of you,
the promise of
someday somehow,
and the endless
Easter egg hunt
for proof
of your
affection.
…..um……WOW. Can I please submit this to The Paris Review on your behalf? This is my most favorite poem by you (so far as I have read) and it may be one of my favorite poems, along with YOUNG IN NEW ORLEANS, PRUFROCK….
This is wonderful. Like a dark dream for me.
oh, so horribly true
I think you must have read my mind or my heart today… This has completely summed me up. Brilliantly worded RG. A hat tip to your magnificence.
Just adding my continuing admiration for all that you write. Once again, you capture the spirit of a feeling in a way that few others can. Thank you for continuing to share your work. It’s beautiful.