Today at a poetry reading. I thought of coming up behind you we were in your kitchen. My hands slip up your shirt you dropped a turquoise plate in the sink it bounced once. I slide my hands down into you. no one turned off the faucet,
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Today in class my sweater ripped a string onto my finger one ring
I slid it off and on if you had been next to me I would have asked you to marry me suddenly afraid of losing this fabric.
Written 2011 during the MFA program at Columbia College Chicago