Exit

clinging to a sinking ship

He chairs me so that the long length muscles of the day cannot lend me away, from him. 

His voice scratches at my feet and squirms in my plans. I have nothing in my voice to tame him, nothing I can hand him or take away.

He's left lingering in my bed as I wake.

The exit between us is a cautionary tale we tell each other each evening

Reviews

[James William Dyer]

I remember this poem. From a new perspective, I feel like it needs more, another couple lines to fill us in. That opening line is great, though. And so is the rest of the poem.....one more line, that's my gut feeling. And I'm wrong a lot.