water always finds the easiest path

you are a hunger gnawing away at my insides,
a creeping sensation of lack in my guts.
we shift the issues, we move the granite,
we build new walls in old places every day but
i am not quite sure it's time to move on yet.

i used to keep flowers in a vase.
one of those hourglass vases, an ode
to femininity, especially full up of
roses or daisies or dirty browning stalks.
i used to keep flowers in a vase
on my windowsill:
but now i live on the south side of the house
where daylight strains but cannot quite breathe.

you are the thorns to my petals,
did you know?
you are the little dead buds
that fall off before they bloom.
you are the essence of my self-frustration,
an outpouring of grief
and teenaged adrenaline whining for
better traces to run in.
you are the bars to my window:
i am reaching, i am reaching,
but i cannot attain

without you.
individually i am a great effort,
a locomotive force of modernity and strength
a direct descendent of rosie the riveter.
but together, together we are rain
that falls drop by drop into big rivers
until gradually
niagara falls is completely full of us,
our love is pooling at the bottom of mountains
and in underground caverns.
we fill the earth, we quench the world.