Michael and Marie met in the middle of their names
as unexpected as any surprise ending,
especially for a beginning.
She, there then
when someone loosed the ties of their lips
and let slip the cat
which ran straight for his legs and stretched languidly
like a tired truth
"you were a mistake"
which she also was
and understood how the 's'
hisssssses out
like a deflating balloon.
And she was there
when her void
pulled the truth from him, hand over hand
reeling the marlin in...
only it wasn't that difficult,
from an observers point of view,
he gave it.
He owned up to the boy,
baby hand in a mothers fist
hearing the words reverberate through a cavernous bank
of marble, wood, expanse, huge word
BASTARD
the oh so tiny plea...
"please mommy! never say it again!"
and her arterial apology spraying across his sweet
fallen face...
"Never again love. Never again!"
He already knew...
the deep down knew
that gets hooked with a word now
hauled to consciousness, gasping, half dead
that gets hooked with a word now
hauled to consciousness, gasping, half dead
and brave heart...
he faked it.
I think we spiraled from there,
the pot of us bastards
and some un-named spoon
stirring.
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