Then Dhavid said, there’s
a big storm coming tonight.

And she said, don’t delete it.
I’m still standing on one foot tonight,

her stained bookmarks behind the desk
beyond the reach of the rain.

His wife was in the hospital
again and it was killing him being

apart from her – the whole not knowing
what you have until it’s gone bit.

How difficult it must be for her
to be blotched out by bombast

for no reason other than
to desert her in his semblance.

How convenient for love to flee
even when we’ve lived it.

Alexander P. Garza is a poet from Houston, TX. His work can be seen in Star*Line, Dissections (forthcoming), Toyon, and others. He has worked on and offstage at the Alley Theatre, Houston Grand Opera, Main Street Theater, and Mildred’s Umbrella Theatre Company. Visit him on Instagram/Twitter (@alexanderpgarza) and on his website: http://alexanderpgarza.com.

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