and another endless (seemedlong! seemedless!) seamless summer
froze slowly suddenly stubbornly
into the longshoredandmetered longandserious winter
i would skate on it
savor my wavering
before choosing a firmer stance
stand of misery or trees
a firmament for my little bees
’twas when they were all in love with me
and “me” was just aborning
not that i (k)new it
not that i (k)now it
but this just now is
the time i would look back
later on as sublime
hook and eye: was blonde
and young at 41
i loved my life my sex
though i was no longer in love
with my lover and thus,
this, from the mouth
of a Ukrainian mother