It’s not the length of time

we’ve been together

that really does it for me


It’s the width of experiences

and the penetrating thrusts

of your beauty


The length is nice too

Of course it is



But it’s the girth of this love

that you’ve placed here

throbbing inside me


Which allows me to feel

sympathetic towards

abandoned denim


and appreciate the subtleness

of hungry squirrels

and hopping birds

(from my book Love Does Stuff, Amber Lodge Press)

2 thoughts on “Girth”

  1. I thought of you this morning when I turned on Pandora and it’s still set on Loverboy Radio…and the very first song was Working for the Weekend. And then the 2nd song was Rock and Roll Fantasy, which unfortunately I can’t hear without picturing Lynda Carter. And I love Lynda Carter and all, but man that shit was cheesy… How are you? I’m dying slowly…12 year old Nancy has harshly been thrown into the future 41 year old Nancy’s body holding a syllabus. Sigh…

      Nancy Stohlman


    “By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.” 

      ~Franz Kafka

    1. The next morning in my notebook I found ‘remember to download The Kid Is Hot Tonight’ scribbled in sloppy space pen, but I still haven’t done it. Maybe there’s a Linda Carter version out there somewhere. What if Linda Carter and Loverboy are the same damn thing!

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