Hemline

For once it is carved or cast to appear friendly or jovial
Like a friend known since childhood,
One who knows your secrets.

I think the mixed tea remembers my secrets.
English tea lacks its fearsome accuracy.
Tea in the morning brings the truth out of my dreams;
The steam spells out "I miss you."

Particularly moving
is that strange and different love which seems truer;
why?
Does the camera take it how I saw it?

I am face-to-face with a vision of sunshine and warmth,
And it looks true on a dark street inside of a heavy beat.

Does the ocean have enough of a beat for you,
Or will you wear your headphones as you step into it
And wake up?
(As your husband smokes a cigar)

That just won't do.
I couldn't handle it.
Light is shining into the darkness, and here is a dark place
Made brighter without you.

"My sickening lack of forgiveness makes me more like him than I would like."
Do you really not see?
We can never be allies.
I know how to dress myself.
And I do not need you.