My Crush Walked into the Library with a Woman on His Arm and I Almost Lost My 4-Year Chip Over It
I know how hysterical it sounds.
I can’t convince you of the chase,
the sore run in the dark, you can’t know
how deep a thought will take you. I bet
Judas Iscariot was a generous lover,
would screw you within an inch of your life.
I’d invite this into my home,
a madness I could dance to.
We all want the same thing. A man
says Sylvia Plath was a handful.
I am her scorpion twin. If this is not
about desire, what is it? I am scared
to put my finger on it. You have it too,
not the reason you married him,
but the reason you won’t leave.
