Springfield, Massachusetts: following June 1 2011
Posted: June 6th, 2011, 8:49 pm
You heard it— not with ears, but understanding—
heard your sentence rendered— how you’re loved—
and felt condemned, as if to prison; and
it broke you, broke your concentration, moved
your heart— and none of it was love as you’d
expected: and you wavered, “Is this love?”
Your expectations were but lies construed—
premeditated disappointments of
a myth heroic, superhuman god
of rapture, romance, power, prettiness—
and all of these: ubiquitous. But oddly,
even as your past proves pettiness
in what you’d thought that being loved would be,
this truer love’s no poor reality.
heard your sentence rendered— how you’re loved—
and felt condemned, as if to prison; and
it broke you, broke your concentration, moved
your heart— and none of it was love as you’d
expected: and you wavered, “Is this love?”
Your expectations were but lies construed—
premeditated disappointments of
a myth heroic, superhuman god
of rapture, romance, power, prettiness—
and all of these: ubiquitous. But oddly,
even as your past proves pettiness
in what you’d thought that being loved would be,
this truer love’s no poor reality.