confessional (16 Nov 2010)

14 Feb

he says he regrets marrying me

I stop in my tracks
I stand there and feel
my skin prickle in the night air

the phone crackles
yet I do not feel spiky, and
I do not fall, strangely I do not fall

these words belie the strength
or foolishness or honesty
or despair for something easier

these words belie
the truth behind the truth
behind the truth

words not ever aimed
at a raw nerve
but in his service

it is to crack my heart
and keep me open
holding me open

in a soft voice he says
are you still there?

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