trust is a precious gift
once broken
we may never repair
shards that cut to the bone
a heart empties
love is at best a vertiginous climb
of heavens and hells
so enduring yet fragile
a bouquet graced vase
becomes the mistake
lying on the floor
the detritus of a receding faith

why is it sometimes
i can feel his footsteps
walking away from our bed
and i do not really care
you are his whore
so why not mine

i go to the zoo
watch monkeys copulate
work on acceptance
animals possess an honesty
humanity rarely achieves


         Fergus Falls   96