Betrayal is too big a word
for me to hold;
it spills through my fingers
stains my dress, my bed.
So I sip it, slow like tea,
still wake messy-faced—
a kitten in warm milk.
I want you to
ride until your horse collapses
then run to me. Win when I say and
look at me while you lose.
There is no clamor of armor
tonight, just a slip of silk sheets,
my husband in bed,
and a metal echo from my phone:
Goodnight, I love you.
And I’m going to take what I can,
lick the bottom of the bowl. How much?
Circle my fingers under my dress
one more time
before you’re gone
So much, I love you so much
ABOUT:
Megan Mary Moore is the author of Dwellers (Unsolicited Press, 2019) and the forthcoming To Daughter a Devil (Unsolicited Press, 2023), and the forthcoming chapbook And Aphrodite Laughed (Milk & Cake Press, 2023). Her poetry has appeared in Rattle and is forthcoming in Grist. She lives in Cincinnati where she serves as editor for Moon Cola Zine, dresses like a fairy princess, and watches too many horror films. You can find her on Twitter and IG @MeganMaryMoore
EDITOR'S SONG PAIRING: Birds & Beez (ft. TYSM)
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