Late Offering (poem)

Late Offering

there was nothing to say
we were lying in bed

together no longer able
to touch for fear of

opening wounds
the dark hiding us both

like wounded animals
I still loved you, or

thought I did & then
you began telling me

how you weren't interested
in coming around to see me

anymore & that you weren't
sure if you loved me, or

if you had ever loved me
casually inserting a sharp

blade through the gaps
in my ribs & so I began

playing all my Suzanne Vega
albums one by one

knowing how much
you hated her

Joanne Fisher

Originally published in Spin 42.

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