here is four thousand dollars.
I now owe you nothing.
you owe me what money can’t buy
you owe me my un-tattered dream.
a first wedding.
a dress whose white hue is significant.
a smile in the photographs.
desires I can kindle in your eyes.
“only if it’s real” were my apparently vague terms
for the deal (a demeaning term for what should have been
–for what I thought was–
a deal! I’d already decided
I didn’t deserve love in its entirety.
a caged bird sees so clearly
the skies she’d blindly held
beneath her wings–
the power to be loved.
it is power, after all–
we must be conscious that we own it
I know now what I deserve
and it’s far beyond the seeds you’ve been so
hesitant to scatter
on the floor of my heart.
yes, now that I am starving I see
I could have eaten