A Poem for a Thursday #325

L. E. Bowman is an American poet. She has published three volumes of poetry. Her work frequently examines the relationship between humans and nature. She also “focuses heavily on all facets of womanhood, including the shifting roles and definitions that we face as we change and age.”

Because you ruined me.
Tore my muse from my chest with your
consistent presence, your faithful hands.
How do I write about staying when you never leave?
How do I turn tears into diamonds when you don't make me cry?
I can't speak of unsteady ground when I'm no longer shaking.
I can't lament one-sided affection when you've balanced me out.

Love is now boring.
Unwavering.
Coffee in the morning, just how I like it.
The bed dipped and warm from the weight of 
your body next to mine.

A head filled with flowers.
A kiss goodnight. 

My Husband Asks Why I Never Write About Him
L. E. Bowman