but I can smile until loving me is as easy as loving the ocean, so predictable in the rhythms of its loneliness. More obedient to men than moons, I can make myself a dog and find someone to come to when called, or show up at his door in a shade of lipstick that reminds him of mortality. I can quiet myself long enough to be the one he'll sleep next to for two years in his garage apartment, termite dust powdering my hair like the snow in my far-away hometown.
Hannah Dow is the author of Rosarium (Acre Books), and her poems have most recently appeared in Shenandoah, Image, and The Southern Review. She is an Assistant Professor of English at Missouri Southern State University and the Editor-in-Chief of Tinderbox Poetry Journal.