forecasting
after saying i'd leave,
i turn back in the hallway,
put down my bags and
stand in the doorway as if
awaiting an earthquake.
i have one more word,
i think, i know i have more
to say, more inside me than
the relentless dribble of an argument
i had just laid out, but wanting to
preserve the silence, i
abandon post and make coffee,
clean dishes. keep quiet.
then,
that night, my hips cracking
under the weight of his body, i
look over his shoulder, through
the fog of our panting breaths and
see myself in the doorway,
watching, seeing what she saw,
a woman, inciting her own earthquake.
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i havent found the wording for the last two lines. hrm.
i turn back in the hallway,
put down my bags and
stand in the doorway as if
awaiting an earthquake.
i have one more word,
i think, i know i have more
to say, more inside me than
the relentless dribble of an argument
i had just laid out, but wanting to
preserve the silence, i
abandon post and make coffee,
clean dishes. keep quiet.
then,
that night, my hips cracking
under the weight of his body, i
look over his shoulder, through
the fog of our panting breaths and
see myself in the doorway,
watching, seeing what she saw,
a woman, inciting her own earthquake.
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i havent found the wording for the last two lines. hrm.