"Practice," & "Never Knew He Wanted"

November 5, 2018

Two poems, published at The Rising Phoenix Review,

October 2018

 

**Content/Trigger warnings: depictions of sexual abuse; inappropriate behavior by a parental figure; depression; alcoholism**

 

Practice

 

 

mom wasn’t home, she’d left

to pick up my younger sister,

leaving me wide open, vulnerable

in the face of someone who shouldn’t

be a monster,

                        but was.

a man who should have taken our love

            unconditional as it may be

and cherished it instead of taking

advantage – haunting my nightmares

for years after

                        & that night

he said, here, take this,

handed me a ripe banana, thick and

yellow – practice with it, he’ll

like that –        he meant my boyfriend

            at the time, who he had

caught me feeling up on the couch

last Sunday when he came over

for dinner;

                        our conversation

started off with a weird twist

and a coiling inside my stomach

i don’t think your mother gave you

            a good enough            sex talk

and this was months after he would

kiss me on the lips      good-night

            something not even my own

                        flesh & blood father did

something not even my mother

would do, but I didn’t realize then

that it was                    wrong

how would I? all I wanted,

            all I sought & yearned was love,

acceptance from a father figure

and I thought that’s what he gave me

but in the end

                        all I was left holding

was that ripe banana and

my heart,         dripping blood

aching and crying out like a lost child

I guess they always say,

            practice makes perfect

but I never did what he suggested

            it felt so           crude

and a few years later there was

the divorce which took away his shadow

                        lingering as it did

over me, a monster that had crawled

out from under the bed

and refused to return               to the darkness

            from whence he came.

 

 

 

********

 

Never Knew He Wanted

 

 

he picked up another bottle

only the first of the weekend which

I knew would be drained by the end

of the day, ready for another, ready to

            inhale and consume the way

he took apart my heart and ate it whole

drank it in bits, in rough sips the way

he downed the alcohol

            never even noticed how

my heart cried every time I saw

his eyes grow bloodshot and his mouth

hang slack; how I yearned for nothing more

than to have his love and hear him say

            he loved me

I stayed because I knew he did

in his own way – he told me he

couldn’t stand to be abandoned

after his dad abandoned him that day

            he told me over and over, after

the alcohol had gone to his head

sometimes he was angry and others

he was sad, the way he always got before

reliving that day when he lost it all

            I allowed him to destroy me too

thinking I deserved it, promising I would

never abandon him, but in the end I did,

in the end it was self-preservation

after becoming a lemon in his cocktail

something for him to suck on then toss aside

nothing more than small satisfaction

when he wanted it, never in gentleness

            always rough, how he took me

and I will never forget the night, it was

the new year, that was when it sealed

inside me –drunk before midnight struck

           he didn’t even recognize me

when I moved to dance beside him…

when we finally made it home

I was so angry, I wanted him to see

instead of looking at me so blankly,

blank stare took me by the throat

in one thick hand, choked the air right

from my windpipe and I thought

this is it, this may be how I die

            tossed me to the ground like a ragdoll

and that’s all I ever was in his hands –

            pliable. Rags. Nothing.

I used to think I was special –

how stupidly ignorant of me

nobody could be special unless

they gave him what he sought

filled a hole that was unable

to be filled and promised him

            a forever he never knew

he wanted.

 

 

 

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