What happens after
Johanna M. Vining
waiting for a connection
some sense that I am not utterly alone
thoughts: this meandering restless ness
resting place not comforted
hours, an evening
flame out
You’s --- a seemingly endless number
eyes switching shut: left, right, switch
could be and happened
it happened and I am a mere distraction
he asked me once, “what are you doing with all these yous?”
and I couldn’t answer
but he wasn’t you.
he’s never you.
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Navigating the Divorce
PoetrySeries of chronological poems from the point of decision until.... It never seems over even when it's over.
