one more

I have one more tear left to shed

for the pomegranate seeds stuck to pith

for the squirrels I kicked out my crawl space 

for the broken wooden box filled with love notes and whiskers 

for the tireless curl of ocean on shore, from which our bodies drip into salty shape

for the coyotes trotting through the graveyard 

for the person I didn’t kiss at the party I didn’t go to

for the music that revives me 

for all the worlds at curtain call

for my aunt who can’t afford cancer treatments

for missing them, all of them, and so much  

for the too sincere poems, including this one. 

I am sorry. I lied.

I have so many more tears to shed. 

But not tonight, despite the full moon and this warm city rain.

I saw a comedy show

and it was actually funny.