Show up

Showing up to one's life is to groom at a never ending wedding,
watching life approach, her long past dragging like a bride's train.
Every day I fear the depth of her fullness, just as men do.
Just as I imagine men do.
How lonely I am
when I listen to myself.


I did not kiss a woman. 
I kissed her discarded man,
and it was like crinkling the wrapping of her.
Or she Hook
and he the Smee of her.
Or the handler of her.
The lion tamer. 
And through the tamer
the audience can be with the lion.