Loving In The Meantime

Supine on the floor of our kitchen

Empty stomach except for semen

And churning bile

Hot teardrops on the tile

Fateful years spent away from the world

To be in the shadow of his agony

Bruising and muscle atrophy

Entropic environments

Of alcohol wipes and bloodstained granite

It’s all second nature

And I’m lucky he’s here

With me

On me

In me

Loving him in the meantime.


Raped by disease

Heaving and thrashing privately

Reduced to imagery

In your mind’s eye

Psychic fractals arranged neatly

In your flaccid fragility

Silence begets cowardice

And yet, you’re still missed

And loved from a distance

Loving you in the meantime

In spite of all this.

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