15 Apr Poem for a Friday: No Idea

NO IDEA

Once
I wrote a poem
for you. Once
long ago when I was twenty-
one and in love
with someone
else, with a person
who is not your mother,
I wrote about this. About
exactly this: the spill,
the sticky fever-
red elixir of your medicine
bleeding over the kitchen
floor in the middle
of the night, the clock’s red
numbers shouting at me.
It was a prayer,
the poem I wrote
for you. It ended
like this: until we met
I had no idea
what tenderness is
.

2 Comments
  • Karen Sankey
    Posted at 21:08h, 15 April Reply

    Beautiful Jen!

  • Tracy wagner
    Posted at 01:33h, 21 April Reply

    wow-I missed this Friday.

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