by William Teets
I want to nail her lies to her forehead,
play a true game of liar’s poker
Or maybe wrap my coat around her shoulders
while snow-ice melts
and trickles away like fizzled-out fireworks
Before stone tears eclipse the sun and moon
and our eyes are opened,
before we see each other for the first time
in the garden,
naked and ashamed
After we understand the end
is always closer than the beginning,
that dirges are believed
more often than love songs
and sonnets
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