Things I Must Learn
To speak like I should
in the wayfaring night, to
hold your hand when the shelf cracks
and the books are all read, when the fridge
carries only last week’s fruit.
To lean my head on your heart and
let you speak your need, instead of curling
under the blankets like an angry, disturbed thing.
To kiss your lips when nothing is going on, when
the dried flowers crumble to the floor and
the guitar strings have snapped, when summer
is only a month away and the city prepares in the same
To touch your arm when the shower curtain rips
and a spider’s eggs lay behind the bathroom mirror.
To be kinder than I’ve been,
to wrap a hand around the back of your cold,
To take pictures of you
in the afternoon, loving you better
when darkness inevitably descends.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “the chicago record magazine” August 2015 and in “Wicked Sixe’s”, Fall 2015
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