821

“I don’t believe in love -
I believe in making it
another year,
whatever that means
to you.”

I thought his life
was a novel idea
but
he told me
he dreamt up a new one
a new life
for himself
each time he slept
without nightmares

he was frequently in awe
he was frequently my illusion
of a good man

he broke lamps
broke down doors
scared all the kids
when they were too young
to remember a good
holiday in december

it was being wild
not being young

I put apologies in candy dishes