PIERCED
Pierced
Half memories absorbed, the ritual world—here/ now,
yet lost to forgetfulness. Watch: him: a look of love
caught on film; us, under the maypole, the unmarried girls
each holding a crepe-paper strand, yellow, green,
braiding in and out of each other until we are caught
in the weave, that perfect image: marriage. Watch: later,
in the blue air of midnight, sounds of nocturnal
echos or merely heartbeats in a too quiet room?
A wedding dress crumpled
at the end of the bed. A new husband
so quickly asleep. And me, wandering
a strange hotel room unsure whether to cover
my nakedness or embrace it. It’s a scene
that will repeat through the years:
a whisper of thought—perhaps
love is beyond me? Though my despair
always more comfortable linked
in the blame of others—
I crack doors never expecting a thief;
I open my body never expecting hope. Once
the glass of every double paned window
of my skyscraper shattered and there I lay,
completely open, the wind shrieking, the fragments
sharp in the blue light, spikes clinking, but I
remain open—waiting, not for something
to save me. Just for the shards.
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(this poem first appeared in Psaltrey & Lyre) https://psalteryandlyre.org/2024/01/01/pierced