Foliage
I wear my sorrow
trimmed with gold silk
like a worn-out wife
forced to sneak like a beggar into bed
but it can cost a great deal
just to die
Poems on the topic: wife
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End of days
church was so terrible
my wife and I slept most
of the afternoon together
preparing for ash
Outcome
up the morning stairs
to war with my wife
the tang of peace
PTSD
I work to carry several heavy things
a lie the war
that violent red map in my gut
enough to have killed me
my wife in bed shifting
doubtful of my hurt
Tableaux
prettily done for the common way
the road cost me my wife
who has a mind
to understand each window
here is the terrestrial
here painted as life
here at home people sit up longer
before their ash
Horticultural
hip to hip I have increased
my knowledge of rain
garden in the field a composition
calling me to my wife
A taste of her own medicine
I take a pill for a wife
a pretty lady made of loss and ash
what a fable this is
getting her out of the way to drink
O door without a house
door gone like a pill
Mr. Fix-it
my old acquaintance wine
is a wise answer to every offense
it ought to settle things
as they ought to be
and not another word
about sparing my wife
Submariner
I dream of sea
the raw and horrid cod
I dream in a green chamber
ducks and teals coursing through
I could not reach my wife
her thin astronomy
In/mates
my wife and I dine on a heart
nothing but gruel and need
who knows what kind of night
began as a cell
Vicar
proud of my pretty hands
I play a wise man
give husband to wife
with my two copies of a book
Old dog
Settling pleased me
where I was once a petitioner
for my master.
My wife a fox
and I a dog of great families,
I knew myself in Latin—
the best way to bow.
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