Sequels
A termite burrowed, corkscrewed
into a wrinkle
Cortex stretched wanting simple
History like a tablecloth
To reminiscent stage productions
We were lovers, then we were
killers
Tore off the scab, I spoke over
startled platelets
In my bed I silenced congressional
debate
Deferring to you as majority
leader
An old scribed calendar,
ovulation dates
Week advertised was not the price
marked
Trust bled mute enveloped like a
gavel
Ovarian train schedules and
crumbled cerebellum
Jurisprudence of churches and medical
facilities
Embraced in a rollover plan
choice
I did not speak basking in the
assumption of
Knowing a woman knows
Blind faith, socket’s gouged with
a melon baller
No parking exculpatory surgery,
tablecloth pulled
The dishes not even set, knowing no
intentions for these cracks
Trust clothed not in deceit, but
in the nudity of absent forethought
Protection from this mutual pain,
terrorized to go back there again
The dumpster, the vacuum, the car
ride, the always too soon
Wanting love without this
unpredictable clearing
Snipers in the bush, hunters on
smoke break
Blood leaking from gullets, I
gave the silence of me not asking
And in that my trust that is now
a vagabond
How do we ever find each other
now?
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