I've Had Men

I’ve had men 

tell me sweet nothings, 

pinky swears, and birthday wishes, and 

I call their bluff. 

Grief aches 

beyond the sternum.

Ink smudged; 

small rivers weaving through stanzas, birthing new ecosystems. 

At last: Honey drizzled kisses!

Duchenne smiles.

Written Spring 2023

Art Credit: Helene Graham