My life

ripped apart
by desire:
his for another,
the lack of mine
for him

ripped apart
by anger:
mine at him
for not wanting me
enough to try,
his at me
for not wanting him
at all

ripped apart
and pieced back
together
in a better order

Some vertical gesture then, the way that anger / Or desire can rip a life apart, / Some wound of color. Robert Hass

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