Clockwise Cat Strikes Back
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You placed your small soft hand over my eyes<br />
Told me not to look around as you led me up the stairs.<br />
I was coming from work.<br />
Needed a shower and so to the bathroom we went.<br />
We never watched a movie.<br />
We never even kissed.<br />
We entangled in that way that two disconnected people do<br />
with all hands and tongues and sweat<br />
but no passion.<br />
We entangled in that way for six months,<br />
my tongue in all the places you desired<br />
my mind in every place… but you.<br />
Flight<br />
What it must feel like to succumb to yourself<br />
To garble and gargle and stop.<br />
To just, stop. Being.<br />
I found myself once, at a Ramada Inn just inside the Louisiana border of Texas. Found<br />
myself running from myself and looking around a dank and grimy hotel room for<br />
anything that might aide me in my flight.<br />
I was 19 and had no knowledge of Virginia Wolfe.<br />
I guess I’m glad I didn’t know all I had to do was drown myself in the pool. Add rocks to<br />
my pockets and sink.<br />
I guess I’m glad I’ve learned that I cannot outrun myself.<br />
I think even in death, we are always with ourselves. The lack of pounding and exhale is<br />
simply a facade. These bodies, just bodies.<br />
I think,<br />
I’ll be with myself always.<br />
I think, someday I’ll be okay with that.