after years of dating,
that some doors we would always open together.
No matter what, even when
love sounded like overripe fruit hitting
tricks, of course, from those that knew
more about such things—
How they build nests from the debris
of last night’s storm.
And even though I have felt like a root
startled by the wall of its own flowerpot,
mostly, I look at you,
overwhelmed by all that can happen
between two bodies.
By Erik Norbie