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You thought you could erase our affair
the way you erased from his painting my face,
but everyone knew it was me—
my head flung back in laughter,
my gaze on his lips as he painted my bliss.
Perhaps it’s his child who runs
now through my rooms. Perhaps not.
I remember his hands,
his firm touch as he moved
my body just so, just so. Oh so very just so.
I remember knowing it would never be forever.
I didn’t cry when I let him go.
Aline, I am not your worry.
Still, he will never forget me.
I gave myself completely to him for a time.
That kind of joy stains us through.
Makes us new. To erase me,
you would erase him, too.

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If I were like Suzanne Valadon,
fearlessly painting self-portraits as I age,
I would paint this moment
when I wander the high school halls
between teacher conferences, this moment
when I’m so full of love for the girl
who will graduate this spring
that I’m weeping and laughing
beside yellow lockers and posters
for basketball games. Gratefulness
can break a heart open as easily as sorrow.
In fact, the tear as it reaches the curve
of my lips, I think it would fill the whole frame.

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