Tonight's Poet Corner: Tuesday Has Horns

Tuesday Has Horns
by Belinda Roddie

Yesterday, I wore black
over blue because underneath,
I was bruised, and the spread
of a hematoma on fabric was
oddly cathartic for me. They

told me that I've found the love
of my life if I no longer worried
about the end of the world, but
instead of comfort, it made me
concerned that if I was going down,
I'd take her by the glass hand
and pull her down with me.

My demons wore top hats
and tailcoats, drinking champagne
on the window sill as I worked.
They told me to stop crying because
it was overwhelming for them - like
being sated with a meal, yet the
seconds and thirds keep coming,
with extra salt.