It's complicated

By Nadine Thomas-Brown

Rubix cube-esque
this man I want to call mine,
can't solve him.
languid and easy as the breeze he leaves me.
leaves without a kiss,
without an I'll miss you
not sure which he wants more
a score or a whore
to fuck with till sore
and he’s no one's love
devoid of love
avoid all love
grinds me into grits
then makes me into porridge
a salve for hungry birds to shit upon
From the armpits of my soul
i'd kill him if i
was not so short
kill him with my love
but I’m
short of
patience
short on time
time which has wound chains around my feet
and cobwebs in my pride .

© April 1, 2008