Monthly Archives: May 2016

The Shadow Boxes Back

Memories of you are artificial.
Your ghost reaches passed skin and
squeezes my heart through twisted ribs.
You are not what I remember.
Memories of your doppelganger
cling like old smoke…
Smoke I am loathe to wash away…
Smoke I suffocate in at night
when I roll over and sink in your imprint.
I forget about you for long stretches.
Then, all at once, I am arrested.
My pulse seizes. My eyes burn.
Your ghost shifts my insides
and the whole world turns
and the tears come hot
and the cry won’t stop
and the long, roping scars
rip open again–
You haven’t hurt me since you left.
You’ve been gone and I’ve been bereft
of a love that chooses to die strong
when it wants only to harmlessly
live on.


My Fair Lady

My lady is a wanderer, perfectly sable.
She rides and hides like in all the fables.
She is my greatest fear and greatest companion.
She suffers her unbelievers with only compassion.

She is neither good nor bad, and all besides.
She whispers sweet nothings behind my eyes.
“Everything you do is to your beautiful end.
“Everything beyond that… It all depends.”

She continues with, “People always hang on too long
“And get too caught up in ‘not being able to belong.’
“In the end, they are all together and renewed…
“But no one thanks me when they get unlimited re-dos.”

In a trillion-trillion years, when it’s all laid out again
My lady will ride and hide as my only faithful friend.
She is my greatest fear and my greatest companion
And, when it comes to our being us, she will never abandon.