Pressure Me, 2006

I have no judgment of you
pressure me on your spine. I’m just here,
quiet and watching things go by

me. Here in the middle of the West.
I sit in the sun, always now
He said we turned a corner,

quietly in a loud place
I didn’t reply. I looked directly in
his eyes. Like I always have

He puts weight on that. I don’t
know any other way. We’re still
in love–do they see it?

I’ve been saying that we’re
staying married. But, he’s been out
the door. Strange how two things are

different, always on some-sort
of tangent. You go this way,
I’ll do that. But remember that

we’re here. Just here. I’m scratching
the dirt again with intention. Can I cut,
can I cut again now? One more time around

We’ll come around back to this
Never gone but each time new.
That’s what they all say in a small room

how to live, how to do
this and that–differently.
Someone uses my tools. Good.

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