First Date
She was hair and bruises with a shot of ragamuffin. Skin dusty white, her eyes aqua green. She strolled toward me like the last word, adrift within her own circumstance. My first face smiled, my second sniffed with pleasure. This is the hardest part, I thought. It was predictable and lovely, and my heart struggled to accommodate it. I moaned softly and wished for something terrible.
that winter
your twitching bunny nose
the way, at the door
your eyes unlocked
you are a dark mountain road
sunless sea
a falling shape on the white lawn
a second skin I grew that winter
on december 17th
you lifted out of your bra
my thoughts slowed to the pace of
drifting snow
your eyes looked up at me
newly sexed
disturbing the air
i thought the house was breathing
but
it was only us
a jump of white wine
in your swollen throat
buffalo
i left a place where
i was unhappy
but
it did not make me happy to leave
i suffer from the fear
of what has already happened
because some loves are
more potent than others
this breakup
stutters
repeats in me
as terror
J is not here
the stupid world continues