I Am the Supernova

Prose Poetry

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I never called to you —

oh, I cannot speak to it.

speaking

clamoring

knowing

undone

I was lost in an ocean tide of my own making. Always, the waves ate me up and spat me out and knew me in such infrequent doses.

infrequent doses —

that’s what I am to you,

it seems,

even as I know things are falling,

falling apart

I have stopped trying to speak for Love as it was, as it had been, as it might have been.

In truth, Cupid can die for all I care. Eros only ever darkened my door when he sought to break my heart. He tried so hard to know me — to capture me — but he knew me only in heartbreak’s unyielding form.

I wanted to care

so deeply,

so deeply,

so deeply —

but no one ever allowed me these things.

Men claimed me in words.

But they did not embrace me in the flesh.

They took, they took, they took —