A phrase including “dilemma.”
A bitter longing better reserved
for caves and evening birdsong.
An astounding lack
of choice between
facing a stark naked winter
or spilling a verdant belly.
He gave us both
(but for how long?).
When the rhyme fell from her lips,
it was like the sky cracked
just a little. Summer storms
were eons away but the reminders
lingered in every stolen kiss,
unable to be tucked in our pockets.
Emptied a bowl of refuse
pretending it was regret,
because we excel at pretending.
A bitter longing after birdsong.
Wondering whether to cry or sing
or fall or fly. Or if there’s a difference.
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