Sweet Girl and Other Poems


Sweet Girl

despite creases banding my neck, a book
at the bar, or dim sum for one, I have walked

infinite blocks pushing the pram of you, marking
fine-veined & calyxed things as if to call each


quince to fruiting with my recognition, mouthing
name after name—still, yours I need to learn so


tell me sweet girl, how to greet you—since
my mamma doesn’t believe in you or in my ability


to bear another being—I try to tell her
I have miles, marathons, behind me, ahead—


that I am far from done & will run to the ends
of service roads; steady, then slow over potted


ramps, lean for the merge in curlicues, will bow
convex to interstates, that no state can wreck an all-out


love—she says I am in vain
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