“EARLY MAY AT THE COUNTRY CLUB”

There’s a weight in my chest that

feels as cumbersome as the world itself.

I don’t know what it is.

Perhaps it’s all the words 

that I can’t utter.

Perhaps it’s all the love

that I don’t know where to put.

It’s early May and we’re at the country club, 

summer is dawning.

Sir, could I have another glass, please?

Grazie mille.

Sir, could you tell me where to put it, please? 

All this love.

M.L. May ‘24