There are falling in love poems,
in love poems,
falling out of love poems,
poems that lament heartbreak.
And the everyday poems,
about landscapes and animals.

Some people will sleep with each other
before they have read their lover
Neruda or a Shakespearean sonnet.
Shameful.

Once a boy gave me a card
with a kingfisher on it.
I was playing Alcyone
in Zimmerman’s Metamorphoses.
A queen who transforms into a kingfisher
and I was convinced we were soul mates.

Well, that house turned out to be
built on sand.
But that boy,
that cipher of a man,
has given me poems to write.
It will take me years
to unpack the experience
of that relationship.
And I am grateful.
Because my favorite kind of poetry
involves verse that makes you fall in love with yourself.

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