December 14 1996
85 pounds the lot of her, soaking wet,
they told her, put rocks in your pockets lest
the wind steal you away, I scoopd her up
& o'er the thing we went, was that the limen?
No, threshold it was, but there it didn't fit.
& so began a battle: my querulous throat
dealt deathblows to whatever wifely feeling
she workd to fashion for the likes of me.
This is the truth of it: God had sent
a wife straight to my door, a pearl befor swine,
a creature of such soft, dark comeliness
that never should these hands have touchd her skin,
never a hair upon her sacred head—
unless the grace of God had made it so.
85 pounds the lot of her, soaking wet,
they told her, put rocks in your pockets lest
the wind steal you away, I scoopd her up
& o'er the thing we went, was that the limen?
No, threshold it was, but there it didn't fit.
& so began a battle: my querulous throat
dealt deathblows to whatever wifely feeling
she workd to fashion for the likes of me.
This is the truth of it: God had sent
a wife straight to my door, a pearl befor swine,
a creature of such soft, dark comeliness
that never should these hands have touchd her skin,
never a hair upon her sacred head—
unless the grace of God had made it so.
12.22.13
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