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Oh you, dizzy with boredom,
I cannot complete you.
I can only fill one
of your myriad vacancies
with whatever it is
you do with your imagination
when you are alone
in the silence of possibility.
Best if you don’t come any closer
or I might find a reason
to wonder about your day
and how you fill itβ€”
and then every question
would lead to an answer
you would try to make sound true.








DeMaris
6-20-2022


“Sunlight on the Floor” by Vilhelm Hammershoi, 1901

Simple Math

Maybe
we are only three quarters
of the way through,
and not really over–
like all the movies
where two people fall in love
and it looks like everything
will be okay
if not perfect
but some awful terrible truth
tears them apart
and as you’re watching it all unfold
as a spectator
you know exactly
what each of the lovers should
or shouldn’t do
but both of them think the other
is lost beyond hope
but if one of them
would simply do or say or show
one single vulnerability,
everything would correct
straighten
brighten
And I wonder if you and I might have
something like the rest of our lives
to love together
if one or both of us would realize
that our happy ending depends
on us not being apart.




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DeMaris, 6-18-22

All My Love

My love died when we died
and it never grew back
for anyone
not even like a little weed
that might have sprung up
after a pleasant conversation
or a picnic
or an afternoon walk.
Nothing even close to a spark
was triggered
by shared laughter
or beauty
or nearness
or some common denominator
discovered
between me
and whoever has been trying
to step in line after youβ€”
and once they believe
they’ve established a connection
I have to tell them
I am only a friendβ€”
untouchable, unreachable
to everyone since youβ€”
but I keep the part about you
always to myself.






DeMaris
6-15-2022

Arrangement

You don’t know
I brought you flowers
beautiful
silk
orange and purple
their wire stems stuck
into a green brick
of Styrofoam
it wasn’t my idea
dad
wanted me to arrange
the bouquet
for the anniversary
of your death
and even though I know
the flowers
are for him
to honor your life
I feel like he wouldn’t
forgive me
if I told him
I didn’t want to help
or spend money or time
on traditions
that wreck the environment
in such an artificial way
but I wanted you to know
that I love you
every day
from my location
and some people feel grief
that doesn’t demand
a display
so I’ll write you this poem
send it into the aether
that will gather us all
in particle form
one day
and we will swirl
through that massive
black hole
of oblivion
together

DeMaris Glazier
6-12-22

Everything Stays Inside

You open your mouth
and there it is
almost visible
almost audible
it will look
as if you’re about to speak
but all you can do
is breathe deeper
exhale the hope
that you will not scream

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DeMaris Glazier
6-10-2022

Wardrobe

I hang on
to certain clothes
I bought just for you
to see me in
when we would go out
for fun
to lunch or dinner
or concerts or movies
and I can’t quite
take them off the hanger
when I’m searching
for something to wear
and I can’t bring myself
to take them down
lay them out on the bed
fold them into squares
that should be taken
to the thrift shop
because you might call
one of these days
to say hello
ask me
where I’d like to go.




DeMaris
6-8-2022

Mothers

For a month
there she’s been
every time I open
and close and open
and close
the umbrella on my deck
when I want to sit
under its shade
to daydream
about any number
of unimportant things
she is there
this mother wasp
who may or may not
understand love
but she is steadfast
protective
tolerant of me
watching her
disturbing her
and she has no idea
I would never harm her
hurt her
she has no idea
that the first time
I saw her up there
in the center fold
clinging to her nest
I thought about it.






DeMaris
5-28-2022

A Place on Earth

Like mist
like a gossamer dream
I have had
I have seen
I have felt
what was real
what was incandescent
evanescent
gone so soon
too soon
but it was love
and it was his for me
it was a glimpse
a time
a place on earth
that still exists
when I lay down at night
to sleep