Love Poem Number 5
Not all moments are easy.
Today I confront the lack of consequence
that is desire for the desireless.
Pause for the honesty of inconclusiveness.
An accomplishment; you made me feel.
Because our ending was so predictable
I stopped answering the phone
and told myself you had been
abducted by aliens.
Abnormality serves its purpose yet again.
Amorality can be gratifying.
You look through man's eyes, but navigate
circumstance in a woman's body.
How to explain empty to the mirror that contains you?
Begrudging pilgrim, shrug off your probable indifference.
You want to be a big man,
your cunt still bleeds every twenty-eight days
You become agitated with ease. I slip rose quartz
into your glove compartment.
All your colors hurt my eyes:
It takes courage. Don't stop breathing.
I knew you under the jacaranda tree.
Someone knows you. But you wanted to escape
the picture frame. That was the point all along.
You wanted to escape.
Jennifer Miller is slowly completing a B.A. in English Literature and
Women's Studies at a university in New Jersey.
These five poems are part of a series of nine "love poems" that
ideas of identity and identification through the concept of love.
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