Mag 296

1 Joachim Bueckelaer 1560

Joachim Buecklaer, 1560

I went to the market today,

Gathering a feast for the week’s apologies.

I am not wrong, I have always been civil,

Poised even when tempered under your misogynistic boot.

I held my breath waiting for you to come home.

I held my breath until the brume of my misplaced tears

Summoned the four walls around me like a bodice.

You were drunk and curd-faced on arrival.

I forgave you the lack of conversation.

I forgave your piss-soaked trousers and slovenly dress.

I forgave your irascible humor and ingratitude.

I even forgave myself the arsenic employed

to rid me of your pestilence.

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16 responses to “Mag 296

  1. Oh what delicious lines! Seriously. Compact and tangible …. words to be held in the hands and cradled … as they rock in their own life!
    “Gathering a feast for the week’s apologies.”

    “I held my breath until the brume of my misplaced tears
    Summoned the four walls around me like a bodice.”

    What beauty in such pain and terror.

    This so has struck a very deep and resonant chord with me Yves!

    You rock it! 😀

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