I always know when a man isn’t good for me
if there are no poems
I once lived with a man for six days
and the words didn’t come
they stopped
there was silence on paper
and not a welcome silence
like when you turn a fan off
that’s been buzzing for four hours
taking up space unknowingly in your ear’s brain
when you are making love to a poet
there is never a word desert
my pen was parched of ink
I pulled my hair
the love wasn’t there
and then I left him
I place my cup down on the wooden table
I see the sweat trickle
on my maybe lover’s forehead
let there be words
he prays
~
Relephant:
Words to Love By.~~
Author: Janne Robinson
Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock
Photo: courtesy of the author
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