i hate the way love sweeps me away
into a dustpan of forgetting
forgetting to grocery shop
forgetting to sleep
forgetting to see my best friend perform
forgetting to write my poems
i don't forget to pray when i'm all alone all day
i don't forget to stand strong in the circle
and sing for the fallen
and dance with the weathered
'til we all feel a bit better
no, when i'm single
i always remember my prayers
until love marches in, wet
and then i always forget
how temperamental
joy can be
how much i still need
to stand like a tree
palms of my feet facing upward
breathing stalwart
like i could hold the pose forever
remembering that there is never another
who can fill my belly's hunger
who can close my glow-glazed eyes
who can show up in this body, in this time
who can write the story i want to live inside
remembering
it's not about
who i find
out there
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