FEELING LOVED _ a poem by Yuri Kageyama

FEELING LOVED _ a poem by Yuri Kageyama

You would tug at my elbow,

Meaning No,

When I stared too long at a good-looking guy,

To be fair, you would never gawk at beautiful women,

Although you might have been doing it when

I wasn’t looking.

You lived up to that Ideal,

The perfect faithful husband,

At least in that way, which

Makes you a good guy,

Despite all your failings

In other ways.

Because that is what love is:

Doing everything that makes the person you love

Feel

Loved

And not doing anything that might make that person you love

Not

Feel

Loved.

You said as you lay dying:

“I feel loved.”

And I knew I had done good.

In our Love.

This is the second installment in a series, which follows the first installment “What Do You Think?” These poems will be part of a bigger piece I am working on about Japanese American men. I don’t have a title for either the series or the bigger piece yet. Go to this link for the next piece that follows this piece.

Old Wounds _ a poem by Yuri Kageyama

OLD WOUNDS
_ a poem by Yuri Kageyama

the pain throbs
gnarled stuck intestines
wobbly knobs of scars inside
tracing where the knife slashed
to deliver your son
so many years ago
the bleeding has healed

betrayal, forgiven but not forgotten,
sealed lips of hushed kisses,
the chasm of hurt
tugging, tearing at your chest,
has turned into heartbeats
fading with age
just going

da-thump da-thump da-thump
barely murmurs
whispers of skin
you were young then
and had dreams,
not knowing other things,
unlike honor,

can elude,
again, and again,
for skin color, sex, age,
growing used to anonymity
outgrowing disappointment
but old wounds
they hurt like new wounds