"The fact that Anna is somewhere
having coffee or a dream
is an assault on me.
I hate these moments of poverty."
(excerpt from "Plainwater" by Anne Carson)
i hate them because they remind me
of where you are not
and come with a promise
to break everything that we've got.
they threaten to replace
all that is beautiful between us
with sadness and loss
and you might start a conversation
you won't want to stop.
they creep up on me unexpectedly
steal my joy
leave me isolated from hope
and my only company
is a noisy mind trying to unravel
the reasons why
i should stay or i should go.
i feel lost.
i hate these moments of poverty
because they quiet my heart.