It brings me to tears sometimes to realize how deeply rooted poetry is in our most mundane but necessarily honest exchanges. The necessarily open, necessarily genuine, unaffected and bare exchanges.
Asking About You
by Eloise Klein Healy
Instead of having sex all the time I like to hold you and not get into some involved discussion of what life means. I want you to tell me something I don’t know about you. Something about the day before that photograph in which you’re standing on your head. I want to know about softball and the team picture. Why are you so little next to the others? Were you younger? Were you small as a girl? What I want most is to have been a girl with you and played on the opposite team so I could have liked you and competed against you at the same time.