Monday, June 4, 2012



Scare me, all that lies in wait, scare me with your sweet little hands, your chest’s little cage, your little feet, sweet eyes, I saw them stare desirous, not for me. Scare me with your inhale and your exhale. In the Bible you were Jacob’s favorite wife. He wanted his hands in your hair, the warmth of thighs. In the Bible you were Jacob’s favorite wife. I danced with you, I wondered what you thought. I lost control of my motions as my senses took you in. But couldn’t keep you. You were tiny and winged, you barely touched my palm and then you were gone. In the Bible you were Jacob’s favorite wife. Let me know when you are ready. Tap out the constellation of Leo. It will blink, propitious neon green. I will come free your limbs from what could hardly be called garments.


Last night I had a dream that when you stopped fucking me, you started fucking someone else. And with her, you could really fuck. You weren’t paralyzed by depression. You weren’t the warm granite that I pounded on, rested my cheek upon, spoke softly to, day after day after day after day. Your name was Lucien. My heart broke. She had beautiful auburn hair, long as a Monday. With her you were free. My heart broke like a glass bone.


This is not a dream. You are getting drunk. You are taking my clothes off. I am limp, like a doll, the unloved kind. You stare at my naked body. You are fully clothed. You push my legs apart as if they do not have nerves and stare at my vagina like you are trying to find the light at the end of a tunnel. You throw me over your lap and spank my ass with all of your body strength, ten, twelve times. I stop counting. My body goes numb. In my head I say NO NO NO NO NO and STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP. My mouth is full of chalk. You have a hammer on your bookshelf and I fear it. When you have put my clothes back on, you say, “Welcome back to the world of the living, if you’re ready.” I grab the hammer and try to kill you with my eyes, but you don’t die or even disappear. I just stand, holding the hammer, and I hate you. You are the passing stranger who has murdered the childhood of my heart. You are the teacher that taught me that I cannot trust anyone.


Rachel Annette Blodgett said...

!!!spin nettle to gold!!

String Trees said...

i think this is one of the best things you've ever done.

A.H. said...

Really? Thank you both... I don't think it is very good. But whatever!

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