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Between a Light and Fire


by Susan Simonds

Between a Light and Fire


Between a light and fire

arose

Your buried appetite

again

last night


I found it

in a shoebox

in a poem



Every other word a bullet



Every space between a spark



A younger pulse of mine

was trapped in a notebook

under the trigger of you



How long had I lived

between my past

and your presence



Something always

fired me back to you



I chose to cross out

the target

drew a shield

to ward

off the shot

 

Ocean Eyes


We did not have a song

but if we did, it would go like this you

really knew how to make me cry


berating me on the subway platform angry at being torn from the club so pissed I was surprised

you got it up at all that night I tried and tried to find my voice


how can I order words

in order to make you listen


[no, no, no, no]


but you continued, stabbing me over and over until finally

I slapped you hard enough

that you rolled off to sleep

and I rolled into a ball

into the memories my mind

now showcases on repeat



you sobbed the next morning

could not possibly believe


you really know how to make me cry

when you give me those ocean eyes





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