About Today
You and your broken lips; let me smile for you,
and when you sleep, I’ll keep the kisses I saved for you
inside the pocket on my right breast
You can buy me back, you know;
I sell for pennies and marbles,
memories and dreams—
Still, I keep that crooked grin of yours
close, inside
gripping hands
Won’t you say I’m not cheap! Why, I
only ask for the brown in your eyes, for the
fingertips from inside those clenched palms
Let’s learn, together, how to rebirth.
I’ll let you into secret places,
Sow you in my womb;
Broken lips, I’ll smile for you, Love
Eventually, you’ll relearn
All it is we learned
Years and years ago.