Cathexis Northwest Press

© 2018 

Love was

a house, you 

didn’t trust,

 

would not step 

foot in, could

 

not breathe in,  

a sunken ship,

 

caverns, you only

just crawled out of, I dug

 

my toes in the bristles 

of a pink polka-dotted mat,

 

Welcome, you paced

 

a hawk, clawing at your skin, 

eclipsed - 

 

the sun, your eyes

transfixed,

 

a single blade of grass,

you - 

 

seemed like a man

in need of a task,

 

river beds carved 

on your face 

 

by raging waters, not 

caused by me 

E. Alexandra is a psychologist living in New Mexico. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Eastern Iowa Review, Prometheus Dreaming, and unstamatic. She is working on a collection of short stories.