Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Salome Explains

Don't be one of those men, darling.
Don't be one of those who thinks that a woman is just an equation
scribbled in chalk across a dusty blackboard.
Don't set yourself to turning your tongue into a key
that will unlock every feminine heart--
that is the stuff of teenage boys' daydreams.

No, rather,
come say goodbye to me.
Stop trying to stifle my nature.
You may have paved the lawn but I am unlikely
to lie down, acquiescent, to be buried like that.
Soon, my girlfriend will be here,
with that empty passenger seat
just begging for my happy behind.

It could never have worked, you and me,
because you are all head and no heart,
trying to talk intangibles into formulae.
Still, perhaps this is my fault,
my failure,
for having separated you from yourself somehow;
Leaning on the counter, near the beveled kitchen window,
I had time to learn where every edge was,
and its purpose.
See, I am pretty smart, after all.
What do you say to that?
________
 

10 comments:

Sioux said...

Shay--These are some of the lines that made me chuckle or made me shake my head in wonder:

"Don't set yourself to turning your tongue into a key
that will unlock every feminine heart--
that is the stuff of teenage boys' daydreams."

and

"Soon, my girlfriend will be here,
with that empty passenger seat
just begging for my happy behind."

and

"Leaning on the counter, near the beveled kitchen window,
I had time to learn where every edge was,
and its purpose."

This was the perfect thing to read as I drank my tea...Brilliant as always...

Marcoantonio Arellano said...


I take away the interpretations that I have of those words you write sometimes and I nurture them within so that I may enjoy the meanings that inspire me.

You are inspiring, mi amiga.

Mama Zen said...

That first stanza could not be more brilliant!

Kerry O'Connor said...

It could never have worked, you and me,
because you are all head and no heart..

Ha! I love the play on words here, as well as Salome's other clever ploy:

Still, perhaps this is my fault,
my failure,
for having separated you from yourself somehow..

hedgewitch said...

Separating the wheat from the chaff is a function of the heart as well as the head--and learning about edges and what they do is undoubtedly helpful in life. Layers and gleams below the surface make this exceptional, as always from your pen, Shay.

TexWisGirl said...

you wicked, wicked wonder...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Love the mental image of the girlfriend arriving out front....and them taking off, like Thelma and Louise.

Lolamouse said...

I'm still chuckling! I might read more biblical stories if you write your interpretations!

HermanTurnip said...

..and I'll take a side of John the Baptist.

"I had time to learn where every edge was, and its purpose."

It's funny how we like to flirt with the edge, just because we can.

Great piece!

myheartslovesongs.com said...

Bwa ha ha ha!