Recently revised and recorded for the Duende Project. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She is a number of answers,
and not a small number.
Almost too many to count,
almost enough to smother you.
It may have been her hair,
tucked behind her ear.
Or it may have been her lip,
and how it twisted when she laughed.
Fifteen answers, twenty answers.
All of them saying yes,
of course, it has to be,
it has to happen.
More like one answer stuck on repeat,
more like one answer flashing
over and over; again, yet, and still.
That part is easy, that part is simple enough to understand.
The hard part is how deeply
every “yes” carves you,
how obvious your bones become
when you expose as much as you have.
Every time you see her
and let her nods and smiles shake you,
you might break open, you might become
a big pile of pieces in front of her.
Fifteen pieces, twenty pieces.
You poor sap, you big shatter-heap!
Thank God she’s shaking with “yes” herself;
the two of you might have a chance.
It has to be, has to happen.
Pick up pieces and put them together.
Put them together, hold them together;
hold them together, do it together forever.
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Listen to the Duende Project track of this poem here: http://soundcloud.com/radioactiveart/falling-in-love-cleaning-up
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