23 April 2008.
[Three weeks go by quickly.]
On the Realization That the Opaque Shade in Our Bedroom is a Metaphor for Our Relationship
The blog post I found
by accident two months
before we first slept together
said I had a one in five
chance of landing you.
One in five! Scoring
that one was easy.
Dealing with your baggage is not so much.
I talk around the loss
and the abandonment
and the frustration over
bringing imperfection
into the world. Those
are not my scars. You hide
them behind a screen
I can see and touch
but not pass through.
Your blood is tainted with regrets.
I push at the faded
cuts on your arms.
There is so much
I am not allowed
to accept. A breeze
flutters the curtain
until it stills again,
placid, blank.