The Small Things
Let’s talk loudly about it all.
Stop whispering and crawling
Around our secrets.
Let’s be real.
Open yourself wide.
Bend toward this truth.
The small things.
The small truths.
The smaller lies.
I know now that you don’t have it in you.
Your mother encouraged your rage.
Unloved and unkept,
Unkind.
The poison paralyzes the small rooms
Where you pretended not to see her
Wildly forgetting to be your mother.
For women, your rage blossomed.
A woman,
The wild empress of poison
Crowned you Prince of Unforgiveness
Because you kissed her hand
Drawing her disgust
Your lips lie with smiles.
Love for you is an act of treason.
You don’t trust it.
You don’t share it.
The poison is all you have
And want to give.
But the small things.
The small things badger
Those vile nights.
Those when you came
Only to conquer,
To take more
Than you are willing to give.
Appreciate the small things.
The small things suffocate.
The smell of your wild skin,
Blue under the television’s light.
Strong hands, demanding, pulling, stroking.
Your bold lying voice
remembering
my name.
Bitch before we climbed into bed
Where you forget
The anger until it’s over again.
These are your small things.
All that you have to offer.
Spread between the many faces
Of wild women you’ve fooled.
The small things.
Fuck the small things.
I’m taking me back.
June 2012
