Strong By Nancy Schatz Alton
She’s sure so often
Flashing behind us: nights spent wavering
wavering with me figuring out how to lead.
There was a sweetness in the wavering:
our limbs tangled together as we slept
as soon as I gave myself over to her need.
Now she dances in the living room
& it’s the same way she used to dance, really,
—oh—how I couldn’t see how fine she often was
because because because because
we lived inside a puzzle.
1 sure thing: we were stronger together
my hand slips from 1 steering wheel
blindly reaches for her hand near the back seat
then: hands clasp: I got this, you got this
go forth & then come home & dance.