muddy my forevers,
wet river footprints
on the kitchen floor
of the house we’ll never buy.
we argue
over the absolute value
of nothing, the hollows
it leaves under your eyes
when we open the front
door and the world
comes in with the rain.
someone asked me once
why i write
poetry, and i didn’t have
a ready answer,
but after
so much of argument, i
think it’s to believe,
still, in
love, in all its
hot swollen
uncomfortable
nothings that creep
like poison
just under the skin,
its falling headfirst
over and over and
over, somer-
saults into river shadow,
into, again, nothing,
the absolute value of which
is still up
for discussion.
Joanna Suzanne Lee 
Great piece. Extremely profound.
thanks, Tiffany. you are too kind.
I love the revisit of the “absolute value of nothing.” Your poetry always makes me smile, and think. And smile again.
if it brought you a smile, Denise, it’s earned its keep already. 🙂
This is a beautiful piece filled with truth and wisdom.
high praise indeed, Carl. *curtsies* thanks
No one ever asks me why I write poetry. They ask why I continue writing poetry. I liked this very much – somewhat wry, somewhat happy. Good to see you back on the horse.
Mosk! giddyup! 🙂
Great imagery and some wonderful lines.
A pleasure as always.
thank you, wanderer.
we argue
over the absolute value
of nothing…ha, i like your play in that…and your reason for poetry as well…its writing..and i can control that…i can make my tfantasy tangible at least on the page…hey and value is all that we make of it, right?
what we make of it… exactly, b. smiles.
I like the circular tone to the poem….enjoyed it.
thanks, slp.
I have to believe it brings us to more than nothing, too. I especially love your opening and close to this piece.
thank you, Poet. 🙂 for your comments, and the optimism.
loved it, you’ve got some great poems on your blog
especially loved this piece: arguing over the absolute value of nothing… great idea in itself and – simultaneously – such a clear statement of a specific human situation. Yup: great write.