Lovers, in Glass

Photo by&#160;<a href="https://www.pexels.com/@mccutcheon?utm_content=attributionCopyText&#38;utm_medium=referral&#38;utm_source=pexels">Sharon McCutcheon</a>&#160;from&#160;<a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/multicolored-broken-mirror-decor-1407278/?utm_content=attributionCopyText&#38;utm_medium=referral&#38;utm_source=pexels">Pexels</a><br/><br/>.<br/><br/>after Ani DiFranco<br/><br/>I keep you like a prayer in tired lungs,the memory of a kiss I would forgetif I was not a jury, standing hungwithout even a shiver of regretfor every prayer we wrapped in cellophanelike saints above were canning all our lieswith pickled bullshit. Sure, we were in painbut why pollute the tender, empty skieswith clouds and hurricanes? And so we holdourselves together at the battered end:the house demolished, every tree is felled,I hold you in the middle. We dependon shattering glass: our love can twinkle so,the only love song we will ever know. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>