Per Australia time, it's my husband's ("ex husband") birthday today. Saint Patrick's Day. It's been a minute since I've written poetry. It spilled from my fingertips tonight: restructuring stay there. can only be one. he and (eye) promises. a lot of vows. teeth chatter swearing. i dressed in shades of declaration. when you never want anything. seek a shape and style to convince the rest that. “i’m ok.” no one wears this… look. protection...