WEEK 17 (After a phone call with mammina)

Falling in love

As a kid I didn’t know

What it meant

But the image haunted me—of

two people meeting

& tumbling heart first

In a hole of

their own feeling

Never to be found

(I’m sure Phil Collins

Was partly to blame)

But for the longest time

I avoided all eye contact

So I wouldn’t disappear

In a hole burrowed by love

It lasted ’til I was eight

God knows how many opportunities

Slipped by

But today I wish you lift

Your gaze and meet

As many eyes as you can

As often as you can

So you can fall hard

As hard as you can

Love may hurt like death

But it’s the only pain

That will truly make you feel alive

That and slow dancing to Phil Collins