Variations on Leaving

Move

Beloved daughter,

There is no home for you there

In your beloved wound.

Close

Slow killer lover,

There is no place for you here

In what was our home.

Soon Enough

Starry wound, I won’t

Forget you, nor let you stay

Untended again. 

Ceiling

That hook he left with 

Nothing hanging from it but

An invitation. 

Purpose

Hook. Hook. What the fuck

Could I use you for? You’re god

Damn ominous, see.

Release

Hook, I don’t have one

Spell to solve you. Can’t bury,

Burn, give you away. 

Reason

Hook, you have a use,

Just not for me. It’s not your

Fault he left you here. 

Fuck You, You Stupid Hook

Hook, I still don’t want 

You hanging over my head

Like a fucking threat. 

A Space Issue

Hook, I just can’t have 

You where I live with my wound

My love my altar. 

Grand Gesture

Hook. Hook. Fuck. Hook, you

Suck. Hook, I hate…sorry.  I’ll

Send you postage due. 

5 Comments

  1. It sounds like that hook is keeping you suspended.
    Maybe you’re more acclimated to being in suspense than you are to conclusion or finality.
    Hooks are not passive tools.
    Woodsmen use hooks to roll heavy logs. Heavy fish are pulled onboard a vessel with hooks.
    Sheperds use a crook to manage sheep
    You could use the hook to suspend meat over an open fire- hot grease dripping and sizzling in the moonlight.
    You could hang a planter from it outside from the eaves.

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