she told me
that she had suffered
from thyroid cancer
explaining
in some detail
that because it was removed
she no longer
had any desire for sex
I asked her
if she still
had a desire for love
but by then
it was getting late
and all the questions
I had left to ask
seemed pointless
as donuts
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I’ve been writing poetry since I was a little kid. I think that poetry is probably my native language. In my best work, I think that I’m able to create something that feels like truth. If you find something in my words that move you, something that makes you smile , something which gives you pause for reflection , then I’m grateful. I sell real estate from time to time, and in moments of grace or despair, joy or terror, times of wonder and gratitude, I sail about in my good old ketch , Further.
Further - a distance that can’t be measured.
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