From the February Issue
NICOLE CARUSO GARCIA
I Never Fell in Love with You
To fall in love implies a lack of choice,
As if I were cartoonish, maladroit—
And love, an open manhole to avoid.
To fall suggests a kind of loftiness,
That I began in some exalted place
And not the aerie of my loneliness.
To fall like rain, or tears, or mercury,
A pawn of Cupid or of gravity.
No. With my grappling hook, I climbed precisely.
To fall—kerplunk—is stumbling, imperfection.
No, I would brave the hot tar of rejection
To wear the ermine cloak of your affection.
I built a trebuchet and aimed to sail
Beyond your moat, over your castle wall.
I launched, I soared in love; I did not fall.
Nicole Caruso Garcia’s poems appear in Measure, Mezzo Cammin, The Raintown Review and more, as well as the anthology Mother is a Verb. She is a past winner of the Willow Review Award. Residing in Connecticut, she teaches Poetry and Creative Writing at Trumbull High School. She is Assistant Poetry Editor of Able Muse.