Coupling as improv

I always thought I was
good at ad-libbing–
even in the midst of a tornado
ripping the seams of our house
while we slept;
I figured we’d get by
on rations

But when you told me no
it gave me a new resolve
and all the denials
did not lay me outright
like before
lying flat like a lizard for years
drinking from a puddle, of
my fears and your
disappointment

Are we a mystery or a thriller?
because much of what makes us
we
is not difficult to understand
regardless
of the storm coming
and are we not thrilled?
your hands shoved up my dress
remind me of green fields
every 3-leaf clover a let down

falling in love was easy
once we got inside–
getting out
took more work than we
could have imagined
doubt oozing around the windows
suspicion coating the walls
trying to read the future
in the dishwater–
always murky

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9 thoughts on “Coupling as improv

  1. The use of symbolism is stunning. In fact, they explode in the reader’s face with a force, the lizard siping from the puddle of fear and disappointment, the mundanity of three-leaved clovers, the future in the dregs of the dishwasher.

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