"What's the world for you if you can't make it up the way you want."

-Jazz, Toni Morrison


Maybe

Maybe you gave me too much at the beginning. And so I
kept looking for a man that gave me so much of himself that
I didn’t have to give much of myself. Maybe your life didn’t
belong to you anymore.  Maybe it belonged so much to me
that it lost its sacredness.  And maybe that was part of the
damage, the undoing of us.  But if you had known at the
beginning that your loving me so completely would unravel
me, I doubt you would have loved me any less because you
don’t know how to be less than what you are.  And maybe
that’s the problem.


Sean Johnson's poetry has appeared in The Chaos, Riversongs, Houston Poetry Anthology, The Louisiana Review, Sanskrit ,Third Wednesday, American Journal of Poetry, and other anthologies. Her poem “Rearview Mirror” was nominated for the Pushcart Prize for Poetry in 2014. She resides in Houston, Texas with her beloved dog, Bruce Leroy. Website: seanjohnsonarts.net

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