No 3: HONEST WORK
JULIA NEUMANN
I called your name to a June moon
and cried when the sun woke me up instead.
It burned my arms and hips
to the point beyond repair of a soft aloe cleanse
and instead lathered myself within.
What a crisp plunge into a cold lake
on a hot summer day seeing you this winter was.
Because begging for love is honest work
but enjoying the shape of your own mattress is too.