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Madison
Poems
Aug 2018
Strong. Saccharine. Sanguine.
I'm going to go ahead and get this out of the way.
I'm telling you now
A warning, before you drive over the tracks
Into racing-pulse-risktaking land
That you will never be the heart
Thud-thud-thudding in my chest
Pumping my blood and keeping me chugging along
That vessel of a cliche.
I'm not so easy
Predictable
Malleable
Boring
Dumb
Naive
To entrust you with keeping it going
Leaving something so vital
In hands that could stop tick-tick-ticking
At any moment
Like a dead clock.
I'm sorry, my dear
But that particular piece of tissue
Is one that is mine and only mine
Never to be cradled by another.
But before you turn away from the crossing
I'd like to offer another disclaimer.
There are other parts of me
That can be shared
Budding blooms growing every-which-way
Perhaps requiring two sets of hands
In order to be adequately nurtured.
If you truly find it crucial
You might push your way into my being
Become a mark branded onto my existence
Fading at a snail's pace
If I'm ever so lucky
To have it fade at all.
If you wish to cross these tracks without looking both ways
You could find yourself
Close to my heart, if not within it
Swimming in my lonely blue veins
A constant reminder that we're both here
Warm
Safe
Guarded.
You could be my sweet tooth
That impassioned affinity for something that may or may not be around
At any given time.
You could be a fold of my painfully enigmatic brain
Find yourself at home amongst all the love and anger and secrets
Push past the useless facts and fly-away ideas
Hold me tight 'til you squeeze me into a headache.
You could even be part of my oh-so-problematic blood
Nourish me
To love and to cherish
In motion and in rest
Know for sure that
Should one of us rip off the dreaded universal Band-Aid
And bid the other adieu
You'll be sure to leave a dark anemic bruise
A reminder for who-knows-how-many days to come
Of who you are
And what we were.
All precautions aside
I'll let you go on your way
With this one condensed admonition:
You, and every other person to whom I'll ever send a silvery come-hither glance
Will never stake claim
On my heart
Filling and releasing
Constantly reminding me of an identity all my own
Never shaped like a Valentine.
It doesn't mean that you aren't important
When you can, in fact
Find your own empty space in anything else
But remember:
At the end of the day
Blue veins go pale
Bruises fade
And I'm in charge of what's in my own lifeblood.
Even the most grueling marks on my skin and soul
Made by malevolence and cruel intent
Will surely heal
With the help of sweet time
And this trusty heart of mine.
If you're fine with this
By all means
Cross these rickety rails.
I'll see what I can do.
#love
#independence
#romantic
#feminism
#heart
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