In my unreasonable fondness
for his chewed-up pens?
In his sitting, always, by my side
until I fall asleep?
In nine-hour long-distance conversations
about politics, rather than relationships?
In the curl of hair on his chest,
and the strength of his hands?
In blond
brown
hair, soft in my fingers; in a thumping heart under my ear?
I am comparing pounds and liters, inches and centimeters.
How to measure
who I love
more?
*****
8/11/1998