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.