I am almost ready
to be over this
I am almost ready
to see you clear
that you were never really
good enough for me
I am almost ready
to pick up the pieces
I set aside
connect those dots
to pull the curtains open
to rip off the bed sheets
flip all the light switches
call you on your bullshit
see you small
and entirely pathetic
this lost puppy
is finding a new home
so you can keep that
old bitch who returned
I will not be laying
outside your door
I am almost ready
to tell you I'm too busy
I don't have time for
this fucked up game
and I'm tossing out
all the possible scenarios
of your apology
of your seduction
of your returning
I'm done with it
I'm almost ready
I am.
3-17-13
Appeared in Napalm and Novocain, Sept. 2013
by an anonymous author
these roots live
buried dark beneath two decades of time
dormant in silence
straining to hear the echoes of past revelations
wishing to grow
cradled warm in soil heavy with countless memories
it is cracking
these roots starve, withering in the slow drought
praying for rain
eager for a deluge of attention, flooding interest
abundance once known
anxious to again be nurtured, fertilized with trust
strong as before
they had grown unexpectedly, burrowing deep with ease
weathering the tempests
confident in their invincible nature, they vowed immortality
yet they faltered
stretched taut in opposite directions, no longer inseparable
still they hope
they cling waiting for their demise or resurrection
striving toward light
unwilling to accept that forever is already here
these roots live
Once we were angry youth
shaved heads and colored hair
When I saw you were tragic
I adhered to you
So many secrets to keep
so much truth to grasp
We made honest promises
and everything we felt
it was sacred
Velvet capes and monkey boots
it was The Cure and L.S.U.
Music sang so many things
we knew them all by heart
We sat against the stereo
volume up high
as if to absorb it
inhale its passion
the truth of it all
was in guitar strings
and piano keys
I was anchored to you
in the hurricane of our youth
We outlasted the storm
and the years became memories
and miles grew between us
You and I got regular haircuts
and wore practical shoes
Always and always
I swore to keep us tied
I'd be that solid girl
who cleaned up after
those natural disasters
But the tides have changed
and it's you who set sail
you pulled up the anchor
and I am untethered
The current and our priorities
the list of things we hold as true
are no longer matched
Faithful wife of twenty years
I am still living alone
mother of teenagers
I am the mother of none
woman of the God
I no longer believe in
I know it was only loyalty
that tied us still
You hardly listen to music
and the song in my heart
is the saddest melody
I release you-though you've been gone
We are no longer angry youth
Will you return on another tide
Will time rise and fall
like the ocean waves
Will the anchors never sink
in the same deep waters
I am drifting out far
I know I can swim
But you were the only one
who knew the beginning and the end
long letters in pen and phone calls
salsa and bookstores at midnight
long drives to nowhere for the sake
of the songs on the stereo
and the promises and the secrets
we have none left to keep
3-3-13
