SCARY

SCARY

Yes sometimes we scare me when I wonder at the force that stapled my soul to your pelvis and my heart to your fuzzy chest and I can feel the future sometimes we scare me the three of us I’m a lion-snake you a ram-pig and our baby squirms behind my navel like a reptile sometimes a scorpion. I confess sometimes we scare me when just before dawn your ex rings in the darkness to say congratulations or condolences and you come back to bed your fingers reeking of pot your mouth of toothpaste and in your touch an apology and I know sometimes we scare you.

1992