disclaimer: The following poem was written before my GYN appointment -
in which I found out that I'm okay.
We flit in and out
and words pass between us and
the sharing of beers
is a frequent occasion.
And occasionally I consider
telling you
The secret I don't want to tell you.
But then your talk turns to
"gay men are bitchy"
and I don't think
I'm interested anymore
and actually I think I'll walk out the door
without saying goodbye.
And you will never know
about the lump in my breast.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
leaving.
Autumn approaches.
Time of floating, swimming, tumbling leaves.
I watch as they fall away
one by one
until only a few are clasped tightly.
Held dear.
The questions once more arise-
Whether this sapling can weather
another winter?
To endure the pain of loss
and gain.
Again.
The mourning of what is irreclaimable.
The excruciating regeneration.
And why can't I be Evergreen?
Time of floating, swimming, tumbling leaves.
I watch as they fall away
one by one
until only a few are clasped tightly.
Held dear.
The questions once more arise-
Whether this sapling can weather
another winter?
To endure the pain of loss
and gain.
Again.
The mourning of what is irreclaimable.
The excruciating regeneration.
And why can't I be Evergreen?
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
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