i never touched her heart : poem eight
(photo by kwesi abbensetts)
i placed every finger except my pinky in places her mama told her to keep from boys
and put my head in places her mama told her to put powder on
i didn't want her to feel loved by me
we both believe in truths
no one could love another in this life
on this planet
not today my textbook and calendars says
i needed her to be touched
i need her to understand me by what this calendar says is tomorrow
she loves the computer coded me
the winter coated me
she aint yet met summer
not with me
but she's waiting and hoping he's different
me too
the ones after this coded coated me are all different
they convince them i lied then occupy space on their fingers
a leash on their left hand
it was only right that they left
they're good women for leaving
i've never learned the art of blaming properly thanks to doreen walker who became doreen wells and blamed my real father quietly
i saved space on her left pulsating chest
and into that space every follower poured themselves fingertips first - reciprocating
and that's all she ever really wanted
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