Supernova

I wrote this today, I think I’ll work on it – but here’s a draft.

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Supernova (I have some concerns)

To M, everything I never said at the time.

 

namely gravity

black hole men skull-fucking the universe

I am careful not to talk too much of stars        (to you)

people always talk too much about stars                   (around you)

but when you talked of being ‘spit-roasted’ on your 25th birthday

I had some concerns

 

namely the gravity of the situation,

bringing two strangers

the kind who reach up for obligation

nestled between the Weetbix and pasta

on the top shelf of entitlement

not needing a leg up or chair

 

mainly bring them into the house we shared

at 2am I felt an octopus arm in my bed

“I’m just saying hello”

with slithering fingers

he pulls out         the drawers holding utensils

instruments of force    a ladle to scoop

the threat of violence

down my throat so that I am gagged from screaming

I stand in a galaxy of open kitchen drawers

he was looking for a bottle opener

I dream this

I have some concerns.

 

Agendas and coke mainly

star matter around your nose         the cheek biting

rapid fire speech about how the moon

controls the waves

which controls our menstrual cycles      controls the vibrations

that twist and turn        into wars    into pregnancies. Everything

could have been solved

by Neil Armstrong

had the space race actually been won.

 

I have some concerns            but

they turn to stardust in your hands

and the comet trail on the mirror goes on snorting you     bleeding

out your nose     white and red

 

I have some concerns

namely

your supernova.

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Cider on the deck

Cider on the deck

 

Clouds shift, dull and dazed

a storm frowns over the horizon

lips parting for summer rain

 

under your eyes I abate

rain or tears

melt my foundations

 

night closes in like an old door

stars watch-tick away light

love’s scent appears faint

 

you translate Spanish love songs

masking annoyance at my coldness

I keep my longings close

 

Do you even have a soul?

 

I am silent as the moon.

your lean back against the door

your cigarette’s fiery eye

widens as you take a drag.