All That Damns You
Michelle Greenblatt
The sun has been falling all afternoon, then, a current of clouds
lashes it back up, yanking it into the sky.
This reminds me of us,
the ascension, dissention,&dropping down the horizon.
What else, then? Your uncovered feet;
you thought I wouldn’t
peek
while you were dreaming
to see if my nightmare had come true. Stippled with scabs,
thunder tangling around
my eyes as I put my hand to your thigh, trying not
to wake you, trying not to kill you.
My face swollen with unshed tears, I ache now to name
you, first name, middle, last. When you read this,
remember all I have written that damns you. When you
read this, remember all I have written that doesn’t.
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