through stories told

through stories told
memories shared
things said
outloud
that maybe you have never said
before?
out loud?
that sweet
sensitive
damaged
little victim you
all of a sudden
you remember her
& remember what an awful little
cunt
she could be
that sweet little sensitive you
broke hearts
& walked on the
pieces
like it was nothing
how have you never seen this before?
this side of you?
or did you just
conveniently
forget her?
file her away in the
cardboard box of your
psyche
labeled
“damaged”
&
“do not open”
“like ever”
“seriously, burn this box”

 

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domestication

domestication

i want
to cook for you
a bowl of beef stew
special ingredient…love
i want
to make you coffee
every morning
just the way you like it
i want
to pour you a glass of whiskey
& listen to you rant
i want
to grow tomatoes in my garden
slice & salt them
for you
i want
to draw your portrait
over & over
until i know your features
better than i know
my own.

as a mostly wild & untamed thing, it surprises me when i feel this way towards another person.
when i was nineteen & in my very first relationship, that boyfriend curled up on the floor one evening and asked me, “would you take care of me if i had polio?”
having no sense of normal polite responses i could have made, i blurted out an honest one, “no!”
is it irony or not that he ended up dumping me after i developed a cyst that required his help in the daily draining of? ha! my first experience with being let down easy.

as a child, i watched my largely unnurturing mother give all of her attention to her giant toddler of a husband. i came to believe that it was weakness to care for & to care about a man. sure, i fell in love all the time…but to care about them? to care for them? to need them?
never!
as you can guess, i was very popular with the boys. i once made a goth industrial dude cry when i told him i didn’t need him.
he was not the first or the last man i made cry.

love ’em & leave ’em crying.
that’s me.

except.
except for the one.
i did break up with him twice, but in the end–he destroyed me.
but this is what i am wondering.
is it the end?
i know and–if you read my blog regularly & for more than a few weeks–you know too that this seems to be a cycle for me.
i realize i still love him & am devoted to that.
then i get pissed off at myself
& at him
and vow to forget him & to find someone else.
i try that for awhile
find i can’t stomach it
and realize again how much i love him.

if you have been reading my blog the past couple of weeks…you might notice i am once again winding up to devotion.
domestication.
love & caring.
for just one man.
i have my kids. i have my art. i have my homestead. he is the only addition i would make to that. he is the only one i want.
whether that is stupid, silly, sentimental, & saccharine nonsense or not….i don’t care. it’s how i feel. i have spent so much of my life going over my psyche with a fine toothed comb. i cannot deny this. whether i ever see him again or not, he is the one & the only one i want.