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Julio 11, 2011
In Praise of Imperfect Love
Courtesans of tenth century Japan knew
the keening of the caged copper pheasant,
solo double-note aria for a missing mate,
could be silenced with a mirror
The ideal of a love that completes
masks a yearning for homeostasis,
a second umbilical, island fever,
harmony tighter than unison
dull as a solved equation;
like the ex-lover who said,
"Being with you is like being alone."
He meant it as a compliment.
by Jessica Goodfellow
Posted by sarita at Julio 11, 2011 11:40 AM