For the Woman I Love and the Men I Adore

The 6th arrives
with a softness I did not authorize.
It walks in barefoot,
carrying the woman I love
in the palm of its hand
so much,
too much,
more than any day
should be allowed to hold.

She stands there,
quiet as a vow,
loud as a heartbeat,
and April 6th bows to her
as if she were the…Read More