bec
"write a poem
about me."
she says
"i can't"i say"i don't hate you
yet."
so she paints her
goddesses on canvas
as i write these lines.
and
i want to tell her
such lovely things.
but
----
all you can do is your best
i moved 3,000 miles
to be with her.
and on this
my first morning
in our home
as i shit out my coffee
i scan the bathroom
for reading material
all i find
is a box of tampons
on each one's wrapper
is printed
a little inspirational message
i read one
"all you can do is your best"
i smile
wipe my ass
flush
open the window and chilly
pacific northwest air
tickles my face,
sweetens my nostrils.
