Cheryl says her love is like
a goldfish I don't know her well enough to know if her story ends floating in a toilet or if she is trying to tell me she never remembers her lovers' names But her statement keeps feeding on my attention until my brain is seventy-eight percent goldfish and finally no percent love Cheryl has goldfish for her suffering shiver of a dog and i don't know if she is saving that dog or if that dog is saving her I have three cats that are goldfishing my apartment They are stubborn as houseplants and almost as loyal as men i would have evicted years ago There is no promise of salvation between us but also no secrets Jay-z says his greatest secret is his achilles's heel love I don't have a secret i wouldn't gladly baritone into a microphone if i thought it might make someone feel better about their life I love everything that's ever hurt When i hold the handle of the blade that caresses my back i am not trying to halt its progress I am trying to steady it as it does what it was crafted to do
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
What Is This All About?This page is where the content from previous poetry blogs have been condensed. It's not on the menu, since most of these projects are over, or on hiatus, but the posts are still here to peruse. Archives
March 2023
Categories
All
|