Stay in this world with me.
There go the ships.
The little buses.
The sanctity, the subway.
But let us stay.
Every world has pain,
I knew it when I brought you
to this one. It’s true–
the rain is never stopped
by the children’s parade. Still
I tell you, it weakens
you after a while into love.
The plastic cow, the plastic barn,
The fat yellow pencil, the smell of paste.
Oh, I knew it wasn’t perfect
all along.
Its tears and gravities.
Its spaces and caves.
As I know it again today
crossing the street
your hand in mine
heads bowed in a driving rain.

— Laura Kasischke, author of Dance and Disappear

T. S. Poetry


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