a letter to the girls with almosts.

Do not let your turntable weep, she needs you more than she loves you, while you lie next to him gazing through the white ceiling, white walls, white heart…

When Almost comes knocking on your door one

Sunday morning, do not let him in. Do not show

him your favorite books, or let him trace over your veins

with the ice on his finger tips. Do not let your turntable

weep, she needs you more than she loves you, while you

lie next to him gazing through the white ceiling, white

walls, white heart, and it never really began, do not show

him your mug collection, or brew him a cup of your favorite tea,

watching the chamomile leaves float in the boiling water

while you float in his attention. Love is natural and real,

it does not come before Almost, nor with Almost, it comes

after Almost has walked into your arms that Sunday morning,

because you always let Almost in.

 

from American Spirits & Dead Queens, published through Broken Thumb Press

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