By Adam Webster

On this, the occasion
    of the dissolution
of my marriage
        which I suspect,
on some level,
      was your marriage too,
             it has occurred to me
                 that letting go is easier
than hanging on
        but falling
                was only bearable
                        hand in hand
                                with you.


[By contrast]
On the rare occasion
I think of your heart
                     not as a muscle
           but an actual thing we shared
           and our time together
           not for what it was
           nor could have been
but solely of what it wasn't
                     (and inferring the rest) -
I'm left with a definition by subtraction:
           a careless walk in a brittle forest.


[necessary diversions]
I zagged left
when I should have zagged
It was the last best thing I did.


From the hole in your head
to the hole in my heart
to the rock in my gut
to the lead in my feet
and back again.

Adam Webster is a writer of fictions (poet, playwright, short stories) and a visual artist in the graduate program at School of the Art Institute of Chicago with a focus on visual poetry, text-based sculpture and short fiction. Also a theatre artist, Adam has produced over 100 plays; written adaptations of "Lysistrata," "Hippolytus," Life Is a Dream," and Stephen Crane's "Maggie: A Girl of the Streets"; more than a dozen short plays that have been produced; and three fuller-length solo pieces, which he has performed.

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