AMERICAN PROVERB: what a woman doesn't know, she imagines.
(first published in American Poetry Review)
The fall from the balcony, not so
bad. What survives on a regular
basis: sticks, shoes, plastic cups,
anything metal. Anything sharp
stays sharp, though it may bend.
Most objects are worth retrieving.
Some appear valuable from great
or even mediocre heights. One
night she stands on a chair. One
night she leans over the railing.
One thing she knows though no
one told her. What we've lost is what
we desire.
