Sexuality

This isn't death, not even a little.
And yet
you let him call him up or let him

call your brother's house.
Did you
shake as you answered?

Did you ache with so much
anger
for how he loved your

not knowing how?
Belief
is a low moan, horribly

alone in its hope—
believe
me, they’ll bury you in it.


Read the original: April 2, 2005