blanket

why didn't you just
come get the blanket from me in my room
the door doesn't close anyway. i do know this, though
the choices get more daunting.

you went to his room and i
couldn't keep from remembering
it was glorious, your arms were around each
other like spiders moving, black then white,
two professionals meeting and recognizing at once
the craft in the other. you don't need to redeem
anything but by being, girl. I think you are most
precious this way, excited and left shoeless.
it's all a reminder of what we forgave ourselves
for knowing long ago.

we can't give our hearts
anything real but pictures
of our adjusting pulses, in their race.
regrets away, we remember this, and we will not