She dressed for a funeral
some time after midnight
I lie naked as an unusual newborn
exposed on a mountainside
Caught up in the lunar pull
treading water till the first rays of daylight
She asked if I was okay
I told her I was all right,
which was a lie
She pressed me further
but I won't
Dolt
Last night I dreamt I went to trial
As if my guilt need be proven
She led me by the hand down empty aisles
The jurors' seats were a vacant dozen
From the stand I watched her shuffle files
My body all but frozen
I hoped that there wasn’t a bible near
for half truths would be spoken
We locked eyes
She said, 'Just a few questions now.
Let’s get some things out in the open.
Is that string around your finger a rubber band?
So, an elastic bond cannot be broken?
When you held me close, were you just painting my smile
on the lips of your once-betrothed?
Did you your faith defile
when you tore off all my clothing?
Don’t be shy!'
I said, ‘Let me please remind you
that all the while your hand was clutching mine
I spoke no oath, dolt.’
I awoke before the sentencing,
though I imagine it was brief
When I saw the sun at daybreak
what I felt wasn’t relief
Because this wasn’t the sin, but the reckoning
a burial, a cause for grief
So I’m going to lie right here in the bed I’ve made,
hung like a horse thief
Damn my eyes
If I could take a knife to my beliefs—
Don’t
Dolt
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