Confession to a Best Friend
by Lisa Marie Brodsky
for Lauren, B, K, M, C, and J
Im afraid you think me a slut.
In my grief, I have called upon men:
friends, strangers, and climbed
into their lips, settled on their tongue
like a lozenge, buried myself in the
curve of their neck, arced like a sliver
of moon in their arms.
But doesnt a slut want penetration? Release?
I didnt want to release anything; I wanted
someone to lie upon me and crush
the memories out, I wanted to
feel the want but not to have it.
I wanted to lie straight against them
and slip into their body like sliding
a tray into an oven, become someone
else for a while, a man who wants
this broken woman who has made up
her face to look beautiful,
ripe for the taking.
Posted on 12/31/2006
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