To My Four Husbands
You were all
so different
but it didn’t really matter
because always
I was I
and you
were you
First
you were a surly
fifties greaser
weeping in secret
while plotting
to steal the treasure
from the world’s heart
Next you were
a young man dancing
your jaded way
to success
in colors that did not exist
until you stumbled
all unwitting
on a treasure
hidden deep within
Next
you were a gentle
Argentine
space case lover
of the deeps
who dwelt with me
in tender
and astonished
innocence
And now
you are a crusty old Jew
sitting atop your wall of doubt
laughing out loud
at the way the sun
comes up each day
anew
And I
girl, woman,
wife, mother, and crone
have been
happy for all your company
on the long
way home.
Because it doesn’t really matter
what we think
or say
or do
No matter what has been
still and always
I have chosen you.
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