I choose the afternoon
we stood on the bridge
and dropped the leaves in the water
and the people who lived there beneath the bridge
lived in cardboard boxes
and lay on the stones there by the water
and the stones were red and warm
and a man kissed the air beneath us
and threw the air up to us if I have to choose
I choose dropping the key out
the window to her
and listening to her
run up the stairs
and eating the pears she brought
and later going out while you slept behind
and she took my hand
her hand so small in mine and
said we are climbing
into the hills above Rome today, this moment is ours,
and we did, if I have to choose I choose the
gypsey girls on the bus, how they smelled of milk,
and tried to steal your wallet and pushed their baby into my arms
and the air outside was buzzing
the air was electric with this current
this pulse, this larger-than-the-sun kind of thing
pressing us all together
so that I could not love enough or I could not open wide enough
to let all that love inside my body if I have to choose
I choose standing on the edge of all our chances
where there is no clear path to follow
and you say Go ahead and fall,
I am here
I will catch you.
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