Triolet at the B Café

Triolet at the B Café

by Maureen Daniels

 

I want to belong to your happiness,

but your tomorrows have no vacancies.

 

Even if I try to love you less,

I want to belong in your happiness,

the way your body moves in that pepper-red dress.

 

This has nothing to do with those spilled martinis.

 

I want to belong to your happiness,

but your tomorrows have no vacancies.

 

 


Maureen Daniels teaches English at the University of Nebraska, Lincoln, where she is also a doctoral fellow in creative writing. She is an editorial assistant for Prairie Schooner and Western American Literature. Her work has recently been published in Sinister WisdomWilde MagazineGertrude PressThird Wednesday and the South Florida Poetry Review

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