It was late, & you were<\/p>\n
wearing your widow suit,<\/p>\n
black of 1870s chic,<\/p>\n
loaded with bustle.<\/p>\n
I did my best Doc<\/p>\n
Holliday\u2014Val\u2019s version, cock-<\/p>\n
sure & half-goofy. You<\/p>\n
laughed. I laughed. Val<\/p>\n
would\u2019ve laughed if he were here<\/p>\n
watching me paw at your corset,<\/p>\n
pull the strings to tighten it.<\/p>\n
Moments like this,<\/p>\n
we feel happiest,<\/p>\n
field mice exploring<\/p>\n
magnificent catacombs<\/p>\n
of a dusty closet.<\/p>\n
I act out in otherness;<\/p>\n
you dress up the same:<\/p>\n
not faces of whatever<\/p>\n
force invented us,<\/p>\n
but what we make<\/p>\n
of ourselves<\/p>\n
when we\u2019re at play.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Bright-eyed desperado on a mission for disaster.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Snow-cap climber heading for the peak<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/span>of Mt. Oh-no-one-goes-there-ever.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n View-taker who topples over the railing of the boat<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span>into choppy waters you barely save me from.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Let me let go of rope, map, & stars\u2014<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I\u2019ll walk into danger as a fawn<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span>not fast enough to flee the mountain lion,<\/p>\n <\/p>\n tell you philosophies of nothing while we sit<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span>in your dream-Jacuzzi in our clothes.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Let me be clumsy, cuss, rant, & stub my toe<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span>on a jag in the earth,<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span>my forehead once more on the jeweled moon.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Let me go of rope, map, & stars . . .<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":2946,"template":"","categories":[9,49,119],"tags":[739,6,740,741,742,743],"class_list":["post-2945","article","type-article","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-aquifer","category-literary-features","category-poetry","tag-ace-boggess","tag-aquifer-the-florida-review-online","tag-let-me-be-your-dream-dunce","tag-play","tag-role-playing","tag-roles"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n