Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Judges 4: In Writing

 If you go with me, I will go

And if you will not go with me, I won't go


but stand in place

mule-faced, kicking the floor


I said, Get dressed!

You say: You're not helping me.

 

I say, We'll be late.

you hold out your arms, so you do it.


Legs outstretched like a mannequin

knees locked unyielding 


marionette with invisible strings

that twitch away from me. 


No glory in this path

mouth twisted to rictus


coaxing, cajoling, screaming--

nothing helps.


All you want is to fall

burrow deep into the floor


I want to go back into your belly, you say.

I want to be inside.


But if they kill you, you add

I'll die too. 



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