2010
08.09
08.09
Does not melt.
Her knees don’t buckle or
Turn to butter;
She doesn’t caress the S,
Cooing I never knew…
Or I guess there’s a hero
In all of us.
In reality
She curses the shield,
The disguise, primary colors.
At the foot of their bed
She weeps—
How could you keep this from me?
Her lies, she now knows,
Have all been transparent;
Her infidelity long ago
Brought to light.
Before she shoots
Out the door, faster than a
You-know-what,
She shouts:
If I could steal your strength
I would.
I’d cut that fucking spit curl
Right off your forehead.
New poem up by Evan Allgood ; http://amphibi.us/all/lois-upon-learning-clarks-secret/
RT @amphibius: New poem up by Evan Allgood ; http://amphibi.us/all/lois-upon-learning-clarks-secret/
This is a seriously cool poem, I do know/acknowledge that, but yo, that last line made me giggle like a fruit loop! Thanks so much.