Concession

No doubt you’re right,
this far away and long ago shit can’t work.
Most people know naught of deathless love
or unslaked desire
because they’re too damn busy
filling in the empty spaces with whatever’s handy.

I wish I were like that, really I do!
I could eat some rich meals,
see some great shows,
go boating on sunny August afternoons
and all that shit.

Well it ain’t me, babe,
to quote Bobby, prophet of my youth.
Better here alone,
though tears do fall and the world whizzes by
at ninety miles an hour.

A grave flaw in my character no doubt,
but back in those dark ages
(and most likely ‘til machines became our masters)
I would have been just another weird old woman,
reclusive,
a tigerstriped familiar my only reliable companion,
who preferred her herbals and her fire
to the roistering bloods and
lowbodiced Marjories down in the village.

You don’t have to explain,
account,
protest
or anything else.
You, after all, are in the norm –
I’m the odd one out.

© 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved

Hear me read this poem.

Concession

RC deWinter

Fairfield, United States

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Speaking out at the end of a relationship.

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