making things work

tonight just the hint-est of moons
and my own breath to obscure it
the cold makes my hands hurt
as I fumble in my pocket
feeling for the surety of keys

someone today, in no doubt naïveté,
informed me I must not have wanted
to love him or I would have
found a way to make things work

as if somehow by forcing the faucet
to open all the wider more than air
would descend into that cracked sink
in spite of the break in the water main

I didn’t have the breath left to tell her
ain’t nothing that easy, but either she’ll
write that chapter for herself or bleed out
shaving off bits of herself to make things fit
that just weren’t meant to be

© Sarah Whiteley

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9 thoughts on “making things work

    1. I was thinking it, though. Took quite a bit of will power to bite my tongue and not tell her that puppies should not be making sweeping proclamations. Thank you, Kathleen.

  1. very powerful poem, Sarah! I have been targeted once with a remark like that too so your words resonate with me. Even though we response accordingly , the words hurt at the time.
    groetjes, Francina
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