REASONS YOU WON'T WRITE ME A LOVE POEM

Reasons you will not write a love
poem to me;

The dying cat holding
the chandlier reminds you
of my ovaries. The way I whisper
'lovely, tiger' pressing
my face to your chest.
I dangle my IUD
in front of the TV; my sexuality is
a horse. I tie your
hands to my metaphors-
for you. You won't write to me because
each single blade of grass is really,
the fury of my scars.

I peer into my underpants and cry.
Ask the moon to arrange
my weeds with their
foreheads touching.
You say
I need to learn
it's ok to flirt with Death, the
way I flirt with
cleavage, door knobs, tea. Cupping
each breast to your face- for you. You
tell me Death is a choice;

a)Pretend the horse in
the kitchen is not my throat and I
b) am not eating ash whilst pregnant and you
c)hold me tighter and tighter. Let go.
Your hands two sad planets. Hold tighter.

Author's Note

mine < john's hhahahhha
my baby is the best. so glad im writing again

its always going to be cathartic.

enjoy!

ps. happy anniversary, my love x