i can't tell you why she loves
mangoes and it's not important.
really
it's not.
or why she looks at me with a
perfect sideways glance, when
i detail all the reasons,
feta cheese and watermelon
are a revelation, on a hot
summer afternoon.
and i cannot tell you why she
went away for so long, and
dipped her toes in the dark
waters of unbearable.
what i can tell you is,
none of it matters.
either because it is just good
to have her back in my arms or
because she's still there,
floating on the surface of
the water. staring up at a greedy
blue sky and thinking about
everything black, like a wasp's
sting.
