Absence by Jeffrey McDaniel
Nothing makes sense, even this poem, but I know you get it, I know you understand.
Absence
Jeffrey McDanielOn the scales of desire, your absence weighs more
than someone else’s presence, so I say no thanksto the woman who throws her girdle at my feet,
as I drop a postcard in the mailbox and watch itthrob like a blue heart in the dark. Your eyes
are so green – one of your parents must bepart traffic light. We’re both self-centered,
but the world revolves around us at the same speed.Last night I tossed and turned inside a thundercloud.
This morning my sheets were covered in pollen.I remember the long division of Saturday’s
pomegranate, a thousand nebulae in your hair,as soldiers marched by, dragging big army bags
filled with water balloons, and we passed a lit match,back and forth, between our lips, under an oak tree
I had absolutely nothing to do with.