Love me the most
for the ordinary things
for the way I get lost in the music
and sing like no one is listening
for the way I have conversations with my animals
like they’re people
for the way I vacuum the floor
and fold the towels
for the way I kiss you every morning
before you walk out the door
like it might be the last time I see you
Love me
just because
I’m me
and there’s no one else like me
I see you there
falling in love with her brokenness
wanting to be her savior
casting demons from her
so she’ll prostrate herself at your feet
like some sort of Mary Magdalene
There will be no
second coming for you
no resurrection
though you imagine yourself a god among men
She is far stronger and wiser
than a table full of men will ever give her credit for
both sinner and saint
she will never ask forgiveness
for the destruction men have left her with
and she needs no saving from you
Skin
stretched thin
by years of feeding gluttonous demons
who refuse to be satiated
Liver
scarred by an unquenchable thirst for transgressions
found in the bottom of bottles
Pray
say the righteous
as they attempt to cover a multitude of sins
with purported piety
Save
your knees for sexual improprieties
I am not frightened by the idea of everlasting nothingness
when the path I walk in life
is paved with monsters
Cotton sheets snap in the breeze
ghosts dancing in tandem
fibers infused with hyacinth carried on the spring air
I sink my toes into the cool clover
and watch cloud shadows race across the ground
Sunshine burns the part in my hair
and just for a minute
this is heaven
When the robins arrive
bring me pansies
to signal the arrival of spring
and bring light to a soul
left dark by too many weeks of winter
You walk around in the world
unseen
It’s come to be expected
Those who purport to care about you
have become blind
to your struggles
You wander aimlessly in the darkness
because there’s no one there
to help you find your light
Knowing if the misery swallowed you whole
no one would come to claim
your corpse
The darkness settles in
along with the loneliness
perfect partners
dancing in the shadows
until daybreak finds us
naked and alone
4 years
5 months
12 days
in a Hampton Inn in Toronto
I don’t remember it because it was you
I remember it because it was the last time
a man touched my skin with longing
(10 hours)
Now the longer my skin goes without being touched
the less it wants to be touched
it’s a catch-22 of desperate proportions
(46 minutes)
I am painfully aware of how long it takes a soul to die
(13 seconds)
He told me one time
he fell in love with a fat girl
as if that was supposed to make me feel better
as if there are other reasons I’m not worthy of love
as if I’m a fat girl
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