For My Bubby

I crave to etch words in your marble

Love to make my mark

where it shall remain

and if it

peaks

dips

circles

You’ll touch the infinite cast edges

And when I turn away

And when I shut it out

And when I wretch —

to what?

I don’t know

The conviction

despite feeble veneer

is carved nonetheless

And when what I say is love

crazily makes its loop

again and again

it’s still a loop

gaining strength on many returns

and when you wonder

run fingers over the stone

know this unbounded love

tries not to be

hesitant

unplugged

booming

raging

But sometimes I forget

and sometimes I forget

Then: marble