The truth is
that I fall in love
so easily because
it’s easy. It happens
a dozen times some days.
I’ve lived whole lives,
had children,
grown old, and died
in the arms of other women
in no more time
than it takes the 2-train
to get from City Hall
to Brooklyn,
which always brings me
back to you:
the only one
I fall in love with
at least once every day—
not because
there are no other
lovely women in the world,
but because each time
dying in their arms,
I call your name.
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