99 problems...

       
have written nine thousand      
nine hundred      
and ninety-nine poems      
for her      
        
    to tear to strips      
    to pad her nest      
       
one more      
I could make her immortal      
       
but      
like breaking rank      
on the thirty-ninth        
day of devotion      
or      
by protesting a marathon      
walking away    
on the twenty-fifth mile      

now
       
I will      
allow the dust        
to settle on the temple      
 
and murder her memory      
with the very next one      
 
that walks by        
in a skirt