women for whom i should not be writing poems: iii by Brynn Dizacki will always
love her.
she is not the woman
poring over apples in the grocery store;
holding the high collar of a peacoat against her throat while waiting for the deathslow leak of a gas pump;
working at the local coffeeshop with a towel tucked in her belt.
she is not
the girlfriend,
the professor,
the printmaker,
the critic,
the painter,
the painter's girlfriend,
or
the ex. but.
i will always
remember
the morning we lay together
buzzing for hours
on survival of
the night before. 01/24/2007 Posted on 01/24/2007 Copyright © 2024 Brynn Dizack
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