‘Disagreements’

I recall hot purple

tears

cliff-diving and

ricocheting

off craggy

cheeks

as my feet

took me places

in my apartment

that I felt as if

I had

never

truly

been before.

.

You made choking,

wet

pops

in your

throat

and could not look directly

at

anything.

.

All the

psychoanalysis

was

killing us.

.

I was

regurgitating

the poisonous

serpent

to get it out,

and you were

swallowing

the snake

in order

to make it

dis

ap

p

e

a

r

.

.

Absurdly,

I thought:

forgiveness

is like

a prickly

pear.

.

The words we

exhumed

bent grotesquely

as we

imbued them

with

new life,

and we

_w

___a

_l

___l

_e

d

them

in

with bricks

of burnt,

acid reflux

anger—

interweaving

and interlocking

with Brunelleschian

precision.

.

Could they

last

longer,

too?

.

Advertisements