Woman

I have trinkets and secrets around

my body. A poem that grows old 

on my back. I have letters I'll not mail

to the stranger in my head. I sign my letters

in your woman's surname. Then make my bed over and

over again, taking care not to

get it right. I'm on the phone all night

with the river that ran away. Swear I'll

hang up if I'm allowed a wave. I feel like the sea,

never quite my own. Fifteen days short of eternity, I am

fifteen days over and over and

then quietly quite

over. I think I am

your Suddenness, 

suddenly 

a Woman -