Romance, exactly as I remember it,
is how
the moon rises
full
every night
and the line it marches
is always taut
with hopes of young lovers
tonguing their troubles
into a place their mouths
can hardly contain.
—B.J. Ward, opening lines to “Romance, Exactly as I Remember It,” from Landing in New Jersey With Soft Hands (North Atlantic Books, 1994)
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