Even death won’t do us part
Or a triptych of short verse
I
If no one wants to marry me
I won’t mind all that much
For I know your eyes have long watched mine
And there’s no need to rush
II
I saw you glance at me today
I bought this hat for you
I know you look at me along the way
And me – alike your eyes – in blue
III
Your eyes – of course, are in a jar
That sits upon my shelf
I took them from you long ago
When you were lain to rest
Emery Behanna is a graduate of Mass College of Art and Design, currently living in Vermont. His poems stem from a deep seated sense that he was “born in the wrong generation”, and explore times and spaces that can’t be experienced again.