Sara Borjas – Love Poem

Sara Borjas

Love Poem

              Here is one way

love granulates: 

              he tells you 

he no longer loves you 

              and you carry 

your enormous basket 

              of his laundry back 

downstairs. You begin 

              dating and he throws 

a lasso around your neck 

              but is too weak

to pull you back. 



I am tired 

              of men needing

 to decide if they want 

              to try to love me, 

even the ones 

              who already do. 



When they return 

              each plea opens 

me like a river, 

              but then memory 

rushes in—this love 

              is already rippled—

and reverses 

              even water, like God, 

into dust.

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