I breathed January through cotton
Cold as it was and unfit for fanfare
I kept to my script watched carefully
For signs of quivering change that
Refused to be drawn out
But kept clinging to the walls that
Bored me I bought presents and
Forgot them in the closet had no
Use for my own weather when
The skies were so dark
But in Florida the sea rose to meet
The lightning clattering the bells
Announcing March to the ones
Who had no more fear of rejection
And then she said yes
Enter Boston for the first glorious
Time! And all the mystery of my
Days keeping me fiery-eyed and
Fixed upon a life that I lived and
Somehow lost
The eyes of May wide as the woods
I stole away to releasing me from
Myself and all my stoic ways that
Now pay no mind to my increasingly
Erratic patterns
That quilted at first under the spare
Light of the stars in honest love
For you my beautiful other even
Knowing that they would one day
Dwindle and be gone
Even the fireworks of July saddened
Me to the thought that we were no
More than that blinding yes colorful
Like no other but I could not ignore
Your smile more so
It is difficult for me to recall the
More elegant details of August
I was drunk soon as you left and
Little changed for what felt so long
‘Till I returned to Boston
Who ordered this red prison to
Shackle me and who disposed of
My bones in the harbor and why
No matter the way that I try it
Can't I sleep?
It’s clear now I write Bad Poetry
It’s o.k so long as I got my nerve
It’s not so bad in October if you
Close your eyes and picture
Someplace else
But while I was doing that I
Missed the leaves and when
The snowless lawns of home
Failed to fix everything I knew
The choice was mine
So Boston is now my far-coast
Home and the seeds are stale
In the fertile ground I get lonely
Without you and the ocean around
But it’s just my kind
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