So, here’s the problem. I’m in love, but I’m not. Love him, don’t.<\/p>\n
I knew before he came, wide-striped stalwart dragon breathing me.<\/p>\n
I dreamed him in my bed, in my shower, at the gas pump, eons ago,<\/p>\n
a new mom, old wife, frigid, estranged, but there he was, faceless.<\/p>\n
And when he spoke my name, behind the bush, at the hotel, I shuddered.<\/p>\n
Shut. down. So that’s what I look like, that’s the rod and reel bait. Me.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
So now we know, now we know.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I had to love his strength, muscle-bound black and white lines, like<\/p>\n
“hey, you know you’re my world; don’t shatter it. You’re mine.”<\/p>\n
Does everyone truly love a fascist, twisted up, tied down in a cliche?<\/p>\n
Ten years gone, a heyday of sorts, of sordid pause, a shadow in relief,<\/p>\n
Who said a woman must have everything, in adamantine chords, chained<\/p>\n
to the sound of her own voice? Watch out for wishes. They may drown you.<\/p>\n
Like smoke, drink, coke, a bite of your nails to the nub, habits stain passion.<\/p>\n
We fold ourselves one into another, unravel and curl up in slaughtered sleep.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
So now we know, now we know.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I’m a diver. I can’t swim, but I can float. The thrill of the leap tempts me,<\/p>\n
every time, but the water’s deep, suspends, airless, still, wide-eyed sleep,<\/p>\n
when you stare down death in an air bubble, tip of the nose, fourth eye.<\/p>\n
And when you break the surface, you can breathe in the banal with relief.<\/p>\n
My lonely habit, soft spectral contrail, I long to touch, until my fingertips<\/p>\n
crush beneath your palm, captive tears, dying to free, me, to the river’s edge.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
So now we know. so now we know.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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