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Let Me

Let Me

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The Etymology of Love

The Etymology of Love

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The Exhaustion of Love

Exhaustion of Love

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The Ride

The Ride

It sounded old; and if a stranger could

Just before dark,

Love.  A given: no one mentioned.

He couldn’t see you honey you, honey you.

Doing it to us all; us all.

What else but love? It sounded old.

The best years got in its way.

Nothing in the world.

To be a woman; them old hearts.

Can’t own; can’t lose. Can’t have to be.

Love, love, love. Love’s

Going to kill you, honey.

No one mentioned.  Love.

Crawled, glittered.

Ride it, ride it dark

(c) Umansky 2009

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karma

Karma

If you’re a big fat woman hanging over a mailbox on 14th St and 6th Ave, Good has found you. Sister, it found me with a pretzel-eatin face telling me how she had never seen such golden hair in all her life. & she finds the need to reiterate, reinforce this as if you don believe her, but you do: golden, honey, like a gold I have never seen.

When they say that beauty lies in the “eye of the beholder” – they mean it.

Beauty lies sprawled over a big blue mailbox, under a streetlamp, near a rundown church on a night where a woman takes a rest for what she calls a “food stop.” Now that she has your attention, she insists she was told when she was young to say a compliment when she’s thinking it & so she will: you just don’t see that color gold everyday. So golden. & this gave me hope &  calm & I collected this Good all for me.

(c) umansky 2009

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