Deny Everything
Deny Everything
by christopher lauer
She spent Friday afternoon
extinguishing.
cigarettes.
punctuating an impending threat
of maligning my loving name
to every bright girl in this city
Sally I am so sorry
you found fuel in the words
I swore when they were true
on lips searching completeness.
Pillow talk gone awry, eh? I’m thinking it might be something deeper though…maybe not. Love for love’s sake…loving love instead of her (her point of view). Possibilities abound…which is what’s nice about this poem…short and keeps you guessing. i mean, lovers have their tiffs but this seems like a permanent break. On the other hand, spats can take epic proportions which makes the making up even better.