Today we filed for divorce at court
as if we were preparing to identify a body.
There is no blame.
I accept you, I accept that
you are not who I say you are. I accept
while Earth turns with the clock
you run counter as the Great Red Spot—
else, I would never have loved you.
And there is no blame
our voices are free—
nudity dries up the fear of death,
the fear of bird flocks in cages,
skittering.
My voice is free.
I choose to follow rules.
But does it makes a difference
what I think?
I look forward
to our severance.
There is nothing like a day when we reach Everest,
unable to remember base camp.
Manny Grimaldi served as co-founder and editor of Yearling Poetry Journal from 2021-2026.
He attends Spalding University as an MFA candidate in Poetry beginning this year.
Pretty much, the goal is to teach and write, and spoil exotic pets.
Manny published with Whiskey City Press in 2025 “Finding a Word to Describe You”
and has some publishing credits to his name otherwise. His book is available at Amazon,
using this link https://a.co/d/2CLIpGd
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