ex-lover

you with the pussy willow tongue

whispering after winter that spring has come

How dare you?

after blizzards and hailstorms i take off my bulky things

feeling rather calm

and here you come again

and i without even one galosh

am ambushed by the storm.

i thought you were gone.  or if not gone then at least invisible like the wind.

you with the azalea hair.  yes, you. 

i am invisible like the wind to you and want you to go

rush your tornado up someone else’s bones. 

this bluster, this temper of me is not sinister and i don’t doubt :

you cause hunger and fever and though i always knew that,

when i think it now i think:  he is a beautiful disaster causing hunger and fever

and not in a good way.

thanks though.  i mean, if it weren’t for the blooms of you

dandelion chest, hyacinth brow

i would not know what I do now

if it weren’t for the seasons of you,

sometimes fair, mostly foul,

i would not know what i do now.