A poem from the upcoming collection, Chaotic Good.

You said it as if it was fact
Of course, it had to be true, you had spoken it into existence
Unable to disagree, I laid in that ever present silence
Reaching for words, fumbling for nouns or verbs or adjectives
Ever wrapped in the inability to articulate exactly what I thought

Memories of your firm hands against my waist
Instances where I felt as if it were true; I was your possession
Never to question you or your authority over me
Easily you moved into my life and just as easily, you moved out

Neither notice or intent was given, you dropped your toy and left it
Out in the rain, waiting for you to return to it
Without even questioning, what had happened

January 5, 2016

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