Today's poem is by Corinne Wohlford Taff
If I have loved, it is mostly
because that is what I have
The night I left, you pressed three
scars to the inside of my wrist and said
It will be different with you gone.
Later I marked time by their fading.
But it was lazy, making you beautiful
that way. I was reading words
and I couldn't believe in things.
makes me cringe: the perfect cup
of its opening. Its center
the deepest color. I love
I love it
but the mind,
unhinged, and unhinged,
Copyright © 2009 Corinne Wohlford Taff All rights reserved
from Southern Indiana Review
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