- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Learning
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I’ve learned to
live with less.
Sacrificed my
angst for simple
understanding.
I’ve begun to
cherish the cat.
The laundry.
Things I can’t
get rid of.
Like your charm.
The way you seem
to like me even
when it would be
better not to.
I’ve taught myself
to play the piano
and make the bed.
Which I do everyday.
Even when it would
be easier to play a
record and lay all
day in a pile of
blankets and pillows.
I could be lazy and
forget to take out
the trash.
But I never do.
Thinking of you makes
me do everything slowly.
With precision and purpose.
The way I imagine you
do it, there, in your life.
I have learned
to count to ten in
Japanese and how to
speak your name under
my breath, a whisper.
I’ve even learned to
trick myself into thinking
you are doing the same.
