August 2010 to April 2011
Word for word, We beat the love Out of each other *
Like hammer - Blows crack rock, And water- Wears granite Smooth- Day by day, Our rage poisons- Everything.
Memory is - A wound kept raw; closure is An uncertain salve.
The End. Sigh *Line shamelessly purloined from Yousef Komunyakaa’s Once the Dream Begins.