Today’s Change of Heart: a breakup poem from approximately a thousand years ago (i.e. 2019ish?).
EXIT STRATEGY
You left the glass bottle
Coke on the sidewalk, said
you were ready to go. Half-
drunk, half-grown, pretending
we weren't waiting for something—
a sign in the city or stars.
But the constellations were constant
as we plied ourselves beneath them,
kept on coming back:
gluttons for gutting ourselves,
for anything. Five years
and a lifetime later,
I feel nothing, feel my feeling nothing
like a pillow pressed on my face.
Like maybe I'm already gone.
Like maybe I was wrong
that time, not so long ago,
sitting at your turn, blinker
blinking your direction. How I spun
the other way instead.
"I feel nothing, feel my feeling nothing
like a pillow pressed on my face" took my breath away
(pun fully intended but fr I loved that line, damn)
I love love love the way you make me feel this.