Just wanted to thank you for your attention…and ask again that if you are not already doing so, to follow me.

Love, Laura

since you cannot know what i have or what i am

since you cannot know what, in fact, the world will dish out to me

since you cannot know tomorrow until it it is today

since blue, is in fact, a trick of light and gas

since time is arbitrary

since love is a swift and fleeting thing

since people will break promises and lie

since citizenry is a very thin layer against chaos

maybe you should consider potential as a dirty word

he said: no more drama

she said: no problem

he held the chair for her

she sat in the chair next to it

she held the door open for him

he pulled his hand back into his sleeve to receive her kindness with caution

he dropped his intention

she chose to pretend she hadn’t noticed

they reached out to give comfort to pain observed in the other

and were succinctly rejected

and so it went on

kindness thwarted

comfort dissuaded

touch withheld

a singularity more acute than known before

nurture verses nature

and winning

i am gathering the world’s magic to me

allowing it to breathe and expand within me

vibe and vine

and open me

open me to the whole of it

the flow of it

the meandering, marinating know of it

and that is where i will stand

in the know

in the flow

in the now

barefooted

true hearted

and new once again

know that i love you

and pray that you are well

i am the only woman in the room for him

and

that is all i will ever

need to be

i will begin with the sultry air of her

the curious way she has of drawing your words,

your secrets from you

and her hold on the ephemeral

i will leave you with the scent of her

herbaceous

also a little something of the sea

i have learned my lessons sweet and bitter

like this orange here in my hand

that will, with each segment

reawaken my mouth to this informed decision:

to hurt for the tenderness

this is an elegy to women in love

because i know the stories they have been told

and the poems written on their skin

and the wayward hearts of men

i know all of this and i am sorry for their wellspring of tears

the husks peeling from their hearts

for the quietly brutal ever after