Flash Back (a poem)

Flash Backs (This isn’t a poem about love)

 

This isn’t a poem about love

And all its ups and downs

But a poem about the fragility of glass

Like that 50 gallon fish tank

That cracked once filled

Flooding the dining room, your love

Drowned me

This isn’t a poem about love

Remember that time in the car

You know when that song came on

The radio and your hands

Down my pants and that really

Long light

But someone had hit a pole and

Knocked it down

Down

As you went down on me

Whispering –wider, open your legs

This poem isn’t about love.

As the water turned pink

And the soap stung as I

Scrubbed off the last little bit

Of my innocence

I was dirty

This isn’t a poem about love

Like glass menagerie

Arranged and rearranged

To your liking

I was your hobby

And though you said you loved me

Forgetting the delicacy of my soul

You crushed me

Cutting your palms