Fused or Fallen Host – Jen Rouse

I genuflect to anguish,
taking it on my tongue until
it becomes
me. The amber
chalice at these lips.
I am the poet I
am not the most important
voice
here. Your voice
drifts in
and out of
my hours.
I have driven
so far for
forgiveness, and
I have met the horizon
in your hands.
These are the indiscretions
the living allow,
I think.
A soft throw of
your arms
around me,
your Madonna mouth
at my ear and not your fault
and my god
who hurt you
like this?

Answer: I
have watched
flesh on fire
in my childhood
bedroom.
I have read lists
of demands
on bathroom mirrors.
I see how easy
it is for us to dismiss
what doesn’t suit
us.

It matters
to me, the small
ways
we destroy
each
other.

 

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JEN ROUSE’s poems have appeared in Poetry, Bone & Ink Press, Wicked Alice, Southern Florida Poetry Journal, and elsewhere. She was named a finalist for the Mississippi Review 2018 Prize Issue. Rouse’s chapbook, Acid and Tender, was published in 2016 by Headmistress Press. Find her on Twitter @jrouse.

 

Image: David Eucaristía via Pixabay

 

 

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