Fiancé fancies


    Content to drop the glancing titles


    of boyfriend, girlfriend overboard,


    sending them out to sea


    like wooden boxes without names.


    Deep graves for shallow ties.


    But trips and travels can’t camouflage


    the pain of waiting for land to form,


    the seas to dry,


    the dusk to rise to precious dawn.


    The plants to rear their heads


    through the earth, the birds to fly.


    Creation’s beauty slow to unfurl,


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    a caterpillar lost in home, destined to soar.


    Nothing left to do but wait for the creation


    of one—one heart, one home, one soul.


    Calm before the storm


    Fish out of water, a child


    crawling across the living room expanse,


    looking for something. Waiting


    to cash my check, pacing the diner,


    disheveled mind muttering to itself.


    Placed the order with you,


    now I can’t stop checking the tracking number,


    a jumble of letters and numbers


    that all spell marriage. Shipping that takes


    months, accidentally flies through Cairo,


    touring the pyramids in the swelter of desert heat,


    Mexico, frolicking on sand


    the texture of syrup, and the tip of Africa.


    This fish is done with climbing trees.