When he tells you he needs you like he needs air,
everything after aches.
You are the exhale
gathering somewhere just out of view
and, for a moment,
you are not here.
You let every thing go:
the strife and the fire—
two mourning doves calling the sun out of darkness.
So many times I imagined myself
immune again, as we would never be,
like two negative numbers multiplied by rain
that does not choose the direction it travels.
Maureen E. Doallas, October 19, 2015
Line 1 ~ Shandel Beers, "Water, Water Everywhere"
Line 2 ~ Patty Paine, "Notes on Mirrors, Already Lost"
Line 3 ~ Donna Vorreyer, "Why I Love You Most When I'm Upset"
Line 4 ~ Jake Adam York, "A Murmuration of Starlings"
Line 5 ~ James Wright, "Jerome in Solitude"
Line 6 ~ Jake Adam York, "Letter Already Broadcast Into Space"
Line 7 ~ Nancy Willard, "The Mirror"
Line 8 ~ Hannah Sanghee Park, "Dear Sir—"
Line 9 ~ Nancy Willard, "Tree House"
Line 10 ~ Claudia Emerson, "The Practice Cage"
Line 11 ~ Jane Hirshfield,"Twelve Pebbles (Still Life)"
Line 12 ~ Claudia Emerson, "Furnace"
Line 13 ~ Jane Hirshfield, "Like Two Negative Numbers Multiplied by Rain"
Line 14 ~ Jane Hirshfield, "Like Two Negative Numbers Multiplied by Rain"
Punctuation and capitalization are my own.