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The Wolf
Again the telephone rings
Shrill and haunting
I would rip you from the wall
Hurl you where I could not retrieve
And break every electronic component
If it meant
I could not be found
Always I have desired to be found
Saved from emptiness
Saved from myself
And the loneliness that shouldn’t be inside
But remains despite this
And to spite me
And now when I am hunted
I turn inside like a wolf eating innards
The glove
Dropped in the pond on a cold day
The hand
Left to freeze without it
I want nothing of you
I want nothing of all of you
Except to be allowed to vanish
Except to be allowed to return
Another time
Not this time
Not now
But when I can finally see
That my loneliness is cured
That I am captured
That I am free.
On the chapped lips of lovers
Somewhere
Forgotten over time
A place that hurt
So terribly an ache
Felt like a fresh burn
Has been badly covered over
With paving stones uneven
Moss and lichen veiling crime
If someone deserning of pain
Saw
They’d immediately recognize
A broken, disturbed surface
Jagged and ill repaired
Lake without mirror
Time, a sad blessing
Where grief is concerned
What you thought you’d never recover from
Cut like totem in marrow’s deep
Doesn’t cease to be devastating
You simply forget the intensity
In order to not fall dead
The lessening is like laying a road, or putting up wallpaper
Layers and layers
You think it’s insulation
In many ways it works
Til something unexpected
Reminds you of how you really are
Behind all those layers
In all those crocheted boxes
Stored in denials, fickle womb
That pain you thought, softened
Is as strong as the day you first felt it
Love
Does not
Just whither up
And die
It twists blade upward
Unwilling, yet deftly
Cannibalizing those morsels
You thought most delicious
Til they become tormentor
Even licking fire, preferable
Than one minute more
The scathing and seal
Of pacts
Made in silent war
Where nothing is said
Hate and love, inside out versions
Of the same, mad drum
Beating relentless
Till one falls, one stays standing
Panting in flickering light
Of damage, desult and sate
On the chapped lips of lovers
Wicked in their apportioned
Vengeance
Fantasy girl
She
has a fantasy girl
her fantasy girl
who is not hers at all
doesn’t know she exists
because existence is
overrated
like a star struck teen
or perhaps not at all like that
more a wreckage that has refused
to completely destroy
that last ember that says
please have some hope
things can be different
she climbs outside of the
mistrust and inability to believe
all the lies people have told her
in such a short life OH how many there were
she puts aside this giant reality
which of course in the real world she never could
because it’s proven itself too many times
to be the most real thing she knows
in this fantasy land
she trusts and believes words people tell
which of course would be suicide
if she wasn’t making it up
but here she is untouched
by the horror of trusting a promise
having it burn through your skin
into your oily marrow
as a lie
here, she controls the fluted outcome
and it is golden
…
her fantasy girl
you may not look at twice
walking down the street
she isn’t the beauty some of those
she shared a bed with were
she doesn’t have the tawny hair of girl 2
or the azure eyes of girl 5
or the coltish legs of girl 3
she doesn’t even possess
a particularly pleasing shape
or long neck or soft bottom lip
but she is incapable of deception
won’t lie even under pressure
isn’t going to tell you what you want to hear
or feel pressured to appease your query
she will
take you in her arms
and honestly give a damn
if she had scars
missing hair
ingrowing toe nails
threadbare clothes
faded underwear with stretched out elastic
and an unflattering sag
she’d be the best girl she ever let inside
where once there was only bleach and scouring brushes
from cleaning out heartache
now, she can open
the latched window to the garden
smell the chasing breeze of fresh air
knowing she’s not going to be burned in some
unguarded moment
like you feel when
you put everything into a bag
give it to someone and say
here, here I am, TAKE ALL OF ME
but be gentle, I am breakable
the person nods and promises eagerly
because they have yet to
try you out
but once they do and it becomes
an old thing, a worn thing, something
already accomplished
you are the yellowed paper
of yesterday’s fish and chips
tossed into a cold fast running river
sinking … sinking … sinking
she will take anything
even a sharp knife or a thick rope
or two fistfuls of pills and a warm oven
over that kind of destruction
where you feel scouged and robbed
of any ability whatsoever to
believe a single WORD
about love and forever and promises
they are the sticky gooey false
stomach sickening lies
that close your wind pipe
keep you vomiting over a dirty toilet seat
in your pretty dress you stupidly bought
thinking it would be such a lovely day
…
no let’s not return to that place again
even if it means giving up on
all of it
living instead
in the barrel of a gun
when you fire
you turn to
silver