Isn’t Every Love Poem an Unfinished Love Poem?
Praise the ear.
Praise the hair curling
around the ear.
Praise the music
we never turn on,
only make.
Praise the caps
of your shoulders, my lips
pressed against them.
Praise the poem
I was trying to finish
when you showed up
at my door.
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Praise the ear.
Praise the hair curling
around the ear.
Praise the music
we never turn on,
only make.
Praise the caps
of your shoulders, my lips
pressed against them.
Praise the poem
I was trying to finish
when you showed up
at my door.
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Today’s poem can be found in poet Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz’s 2018 collection How to Love the Empty Air.