Shelly says nothing
ever really turns out
just the way we expect.
She's right. Nothing
turns out just
the way we expect
like secret hand-holding
in backyard trees.
Or the way maps
become our enemy.
That impossible geography
that separates two halves
like the years lost in
a flurry of blows
and caresses.
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 2:28 PM UTC
Shelly says nothing
ever really turns out
just the way we expect.
She's right. Nothing
turns out just
the way we expect
like secret hand-holding
in backyard trees.
Or the way maps
become our enemy.
That impossible geography
that separates two halves
like the years lost in
a flurry of blows
and caresses.
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