Previously Published on Amulet . . .

A Keepsake of Her Sorrow*

He believes she is perfect.

When she crumbles,

with his smile,

into a picture.

Of misery.

Small enough

for him to carry

in his pocket.

And palm at will

whenever he feels the need

to show her.

The space

of a heart

she’ll never earn.

*July 2013 Editor's Choice for Supreme Poet of the Month


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