Poetry / I Hate Her
Who can blame?
Action isn’t taken from
a passive vacuum state
in plain, black space
an empty plate
naked, pained, shaved, cold, awake
and stained with nothing
left lying, moist and waiting
draped across blank canvas bed
like some voluptuous
head of state
finally deigning
to turn a touch
just enough
to make a choice
and point and whisper
“This. Him. Yes.”
Oh, no. Not me. Not me at all.
Him.
The Hideous Other.
He In Whom She Delights.
He Whom She Has Chosen.
He Who Touches Her Most Hidden Parts.
He Who… you get the point.
That’s not it.
That’s not real.
That’s not how it goes at all.
It’s how I’d like to think of it
for then I’d get to heap the blame
like meatballs on a plate of shameful
noodles; wet and limp
with nothing on my conscience
but perhaps bad judgement.
I am not five. I can not blame
the toy that breaks. I can’t pretend
when she goes off to hide that it’s
all game. That I peeked between my
fingers and I know that she is gone
into a place I cannot follow to
be coy.
I am not a little boy.
The walls of plastic bricks come down
(my fault, my fault, I built them all)
the rubber ducks and sailboats drown
I see my trail of snacks and beer
and Xbox games and there and here
snapshots of girls
playing other games.
And I am left with
meatballs, blame, a metaphor or two.
I hate her.
She has left me here
No longer me
the boy
broken from my playground
divorced from days of yellow crayons
and still not yet a man.
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Cool. It sounds like beat-poetry to me…can i have a skinny latte, no whip with that please? ; )
The resentment does come through loud and clear with your work. I liked it.
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You related the pain of loss and the descriptions are very vivid. I think you did a good job in your poem. I enjoyed it very much. Thank You.
I like the realization that you can no longer blame the toy for breaking, you have to exaimne yourself. I can’t tell if this is agaisnt a mother or a wife, even with the divorced reference.
The list of “He Who”s, well its just wierd to finsih it with a “you get the point,” well it threw me off at least.
Overall, good stuff.
ooo this was another good read .
Very interesting. I like the way you played this out… it’s subtle at first, and easiliy flows into something a little more hateful and passionate. I can feel the tone of hte poem just pouring out. nice job.
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