dear yes
i know i promised you a lot this year a lot of you a lot of yes a lot of lots
europe yes friends yes dreams yes writing yes novels yes reading yes
tattoos yes health yes coffee yes naps yes joy & laughter yes tomorrows yes
love yes
yes love
but i thought this was a one-way yes a me give to you yes
a hand off kind of yes a here i give you my yes kind of yes

& then

you brought me more things to say yes to
like a dog
with bones toys balls sticks limbs frogs beetles antlers
and how could i say no to their sticky tongued savor
their perfect honed curves and straights
their infectious tail-waggering joy

how could i say no to any of that
when i could get down on my knees
in the pawed dirt and receive
every offering you dropped
in the hollowed & welcoming bowl of my lap?



Today I received a letter with what will eventually become my first tattoo, which is part of Molly Bloom’s soliloquy, and which made me think of writing a poem with an absence of punctuation.

This entry was published on February 13, 2012 at 11:33 am and is filed under February, Poems, Seattle, Self-Portraits. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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