the dark
2005-10-04 8:46 a.m.
we stay upcurled across his legs
i wait
we are both crying when our turn comes
a classic case of post partum spin the bottle
all things being what they are, and all things being
two at once, i've been
hopping connections, hoping to find -
i'm unsure of what
this one, we go easy, rehashing
past promises and miscommunication
how fear has found a way to count our ribs
when we are sleeping
even the good nights are restless
timed, how far back can we go, now,
me on the counter in the bathroom
him, curled down in the tub
both fully clothed
like children, when i would secretly cling to the tile for relief
some security in that
how far back before the expectation changes
and disaster, no longer my middle name,
stands shameful in its own face
a product of freewill in the stead of graceful living
the good lord said to carry this, so
cross me as though i'm a direct descendant of jesus
and lay the dark down to keep me from seeing.