Cathexis Northwest Press

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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



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.