October 21, 2007

Anger Management

Force your throat to swallow

ignore the familiar numbers
you punched
a million times before

promise the screaming dial not to call

do not imagine her
teeth spread wide
for other worlds

insecurities
invisible in the new landscape of dust

a new self falling
defense mechanism
hardening
in the face of your unecessariness

your incessant
need
mourning an old woman that only exists
in your frail memory

small
inaccurate
renditions that were never real to anyone
but you

you stupid bitch
how could you believe

someone so normal
would stay with you?

reach for the familiar
even if they reject your affections

practice surviving that denial
get better at it for the next woman
who will follow suit
and run

make those firm reservations to go home
to talk
to confess the parts of you
wanting to slit your wrists

slow blood leaks
criss-crossing like a Pollock painted there

ignore the thin skin
turned mocking against
your jugular

remember
survival is all in the hours

try not to count them
ignore the tick
ticking knuckle pressed to mouth

fingers raw from the effort
of lying to yourself

repeat her promises

remember summer
photograps of sky

naked joy
and how you thought it could never be winter again
fall into the stride of this new season

remember that love is a brilliant illusion
make peace with how good she was at it

do not kill youself
chant the letters found in a life with so many leavings

her family
was never your family
her mother was always

her mother

her gruff father
concerned with your roots

only as they extended from her palms

her long fingers
parting red stands of your hair

your head is irrelevant
you
are irrelevant

make peace with it

drink more
water

and though you ache for a vice
do not acquire one

not now

not yet

wait
for clarity

remember how you hate the smell of alcohol
on your breath

how stupid
you look after one sip of anything hard

remember that this time is as hard as it is
because your grandmother

your mother
the only person that was ever yours to lose

is dead

you lost your Grand-Mother
woman you lost

your anchor
your place of belonging

so it ain't no wonder
you crying longer

this time

harder
louder

than you used to, child

your heart was broken
and then run over

your heart was broken
then run

over the bridge
and under the racket of wanting one of them to appear

anyone would do
just now

Grandma

her

and still
there is only the night

and no woman
young
or old

nobody to hold me
only the kindness of strangers

cab drivers
toddlers in the airport

tell me
hush

don't cry Mad Hatter

stop that weeping
why are you doinf that all the time

in airports
and windows
and taxies

and strangers
beg you

please don't
cry

lady please

just pay the fare
and get out of my cab

time is money
and this city don't pay me enough

I am become my mother
Mad Hatter in a foreign country

reaching for strangers

because I am tired of being
together

all the time
I have to be together

I am only allowed to weep
in performance

when the curtain
is drawn

I am expected to name the parameters
of my pain

speak articulate
clear
fair-minded

weight both sides
understand why they both had to go
at once

they had their reasons

I am sure they had their reasons

be reasonable
Black
Biracial girl

(Black really)

here stands the subject
crying for home
for Grandmother

for woman

for touch

when I am not sleeping with anyone
New York is so lonely

I dream in chorus
ache
for coworkers

but I work alone
I travel alone

and when I am alone
I do not exist

and now you are dead

and dead is beginning to look
like something softer
than this travesty
of a life

a window
a red wall
a few dogs gone bad

and me
left here with these hours

pressing futile against my larynx-

with the heel of this sorrow placed so brutal
at the base of my throat

I am frightened
because it has never before

hurt so much
to speak

Posted by staceyann at October 21, 2007 10:34 PM
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