long division

love is unsexy

crammed into disgusting dribble

and a myriad of everyday worn tiny things

like mowing the lawn into small comforts

and lengths you decide

after fighting about it

to avoid the weeds from growing

though they always do

and though you come to like them there

in the disappointing dirt

where no seeds can grow

or

obscure the view of the canyon calling

to you

that it must be out there

beyond this

beyond beyond

beyond love

which sounds sexy and romantic

and you wish you had thought of it

then

before the jump

into softer grass

*

i have not gone

for there was

no where to go

with what i had

with you

*

between us

only the distance

of misunderstanding

and the divide

of knowing we will

never cross it

to feel felt

to nibble on nothing

and find that

it is enough

for we

are not