Tonight's Poet Corner: Analogies
Analogies by Belinda Roddie You left fingerprints all over the mountains of my body - every crack, cliff, and crest, every raised fear and freckle, every spark of a spat, the tripped tongue, the arched eyebrow, the teeth- scratched lower lip - scratch out the memory, scratch out the eyes (Oedipus could've have performed it better) How much hot water do I need to wash away your artificial sweetness? And if soap doesn't work, will blood do the trick? And if the blood is stale, what will I drink to stave off your ghosts and your goblins, creeping behind the bathroom door? You kiss pages of Scripture without their consent and remark that my etchings bring me closer to Christ, when really, I'm expunging myself of the Holy Spirit and His creeping digits across my collarbone I see right through you, Pharisee: It's like dipping your hand into a fragile jar of honey and pulling out a gun.
