Merino Donna Spruijt-Metz —after psalm 147, verses 6-11 I am wearing your sweater—the only one I kept. Light, and easy to wear in this near desert climate—I didn’t love the deep vermillion, but it was your last favorite. I love it now. I want to say it isn’t fair— how hard I loved you, that gift I was given— that helplessness—you with your swift mind, your long thighs, folding into bed at night— the circle of your warmth—and always that small shard—the fear of loss. Donna Spruijt-Metz’s books include To Phrase a Prayer for Peace (2025,Wildhouse Press), General Release from the Beginning of the World, And Scuttle My Balloon (with Flower Conroy), and Wu Wei Eats an Egg (Lucas Hirsch in translation). Her poems appear in Poem-a-day, Alaska Quarterly Review, American Poetry Review, and elsewhere. She’s an emeritus psychology professor, MacDowell fellow, rabbinical school drop-out, former classical flutist, and briefly, a rock and roll bassist.
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'it isn't fair--how hard I loved you' What a gorgeous love and grief poem