I met your husband in a bookshop. His looks scared me shitless. Yet I followed him everywhere. Fear led to fascination. He could measure the temperature spectrum of stars, outdrink Faulkner and Hemingway together, fit perfect the shield around a berth hawser to keep out rats. He claimed ancestors among the Catawba and Shawnee. To work a spell, he would release their spirits from a leather pouch. But I guess he was right about me. And I'm sorry you and I ever touched each other. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NATURE (2) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 55 by ALFRED TENNYSON A MAY NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS BEAUTIFUL WORLD! by JOHN STUART BLACKIE NUMPHOLEPTOS by ROBERT BROWNING |