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Thursday, May 7, 2015

Poor Woman's Divorce




POOR WOMAN'S DIVORCE

She stood over him as he slept,
wondering if he would mind
if she crawled inside him,
consumed him,
Became him.

No pretense
or argument
would have stilled her thoughts,
no pleading or requests
would have stopped her attempts.
Warm and alive,
she could not
not touch him
rough and strong,
she had to have him.

She stood over him,
breathing the bitter gun oil.
Her hands stroked the barrel
like he had stroked himself,
once.

His stillness calmed her,
invited her
to take him.

She wanted to push herself inside of him
the way he had
to her. She would give him
no choice,
the way he had
to her.

She stood over him as he died,
wondering if he would mind
if she kept everything
he had given her
except the name.



©2014 Christopher Reilley
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