Ladies Auxiliary

I once read that jealousy can be a very insightful tool. It is a sign. I believe this to be true.
It shows you what you want – from the gut.
No filter…its unpleasant…

I have worked with branding my for over 20 years and always thought I truly understood the concept.

I saw myself
lying as if asleep in a
coffin made from glass
eyes closed and
breast ever so still
just like Snow White
before the prince

The little bed shifts and jeers
(its worn quilt top sings out “Woah Nellie!”).
Away from the walls it careens
(heat rises from within – the sheets singe and smoke).
The dust bunnies und…

the rain does not wet her, nor the
sun give
warmth.

a lie is like
my lover’s
lips

blood is on
her
finger tips

she sits on dark
grass,
like a migrating
bird with a broken wing,
calling his name.

it is a windswept
house; yet
still.

she sits alone in the turgid
darkness, her swollen breasts
full as a gourd, empty as
sin;

In the clinging mist
she knows no words but death

Overfilled with our razored lives.
I will forgive you.
I will heal you.
I WILL.

she doesn’t catch my drift

My heart is like a burnt out heap, she sleeps and eats and breathes underneath where it’s deep and I wonder when it will leave.

you surrendered to
me early on, your body
pale and
shaking.

happy times’

“This is shot. Totally dead,” the man in the mint green coat confirms. “Nothing I can do.”

The woman shakes her head sadly and pokes with a finger at the shards of glass glittering on the table.

…the imposter seen…

I have walked by grey
rivers
and heard the
weeping of women.