The Two of Us
How was it that you had two sets of eyes?
First eyes saw me.
Second eyes, shifting, saw someone else. A shadow in someone else’s bed.
And didn’t you have two pairs of ears?
First ears listened while I talked. Heard my feminism as stranger but accepted it as friend.
Second ears heard privilege. Got poured with poison and heard lies.
What I could never understand was your two mouths.
First mouth brushed mine. Crackedlipsroughstubblewarmtongue. And beamed and screamed I love you! First mouth made me come.
Second mouth spat syllables. Called me whore.
So now I have two hearts.
First heart beats strong wrapped in clichés: itsforthebestbetteroffwithouthimonwardsandupwards
Second heart shrivels and drains. Chamber walls collapse and stick together.
Second heart croaks for the blood that your pumping blood pumped into it when it was just the two of us.