further proof
when all that's needed
is a nod or a look, a small touch grace
like we used to be used to:

all the women I've known
are falling in love with babies,
my god they are falling so deeply in love
with babies.

Each morning, as my tea leaves steep,
and I pour a thick stream of honey
into the glass I cleaned by hand
and set out, the night before,
I think of the ways I have used the word love
poorly, foolishly, and even
well. Love. There it is
again.