Mar 18, 2008 17:29
happiness is not enough
my hands work their way beneath your
shirt as you chop onions. a burst bulb
the kitchen offers only its half-light
a half-life. love is only a half-life.
half settling in the finger's bones to stay,
as if to stay. half going going gone with the
odor of onion washed
from the lines of the palm, the index finger,
the thumb