Unwritten

by Suzannah Gilman

I am willing
to let you be
my undoing,
to undo all
I learned before
you came to me.
I will forget
just as each labor’s pains
are forgotten
till the next time
else there would be
no next time.

So for you, I

will unwind days
till my ways are
almost virgin,
plain and unspun
as these white sheets
I’m lying on,
as unwritten
as the love letters
in your fine hand.

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