Sunday's Monkey Won't Play Piano Song
Laurie Blauner, "What Your Body Holds Against This is the best poen I know by heartMon, April 2, 2012 - 8:32 PM
could be love in the right proportions. Don't confuse
form and content where a good sense of humor becomes
curves that make rooms loosen around her.
Look for a woman that listens to music
drifting over a lake, hovering like flies, or someone who will
watch the landscape emptied of azaleas under a setting sun.
By forty there is a sideshow of vanities:
the dragon breath you wake to, bones tossed
against your skin like waves, or the flesh that grows
where a waitress tucks her loose change. We measure
time with our lives, counting out the coins
year by year. We all become detectives of broken
hearts in off-season hotels where love and its accoutrements
wait by the roulette wheel for one chance at the big time.
*from Children of Gravity, Owl Creek Press, 1995
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