My Wife Is My Shirt
Stephen Tropp
I put my hands through her armpits
slide my head through her mouth
& finally button her blood around my hands
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Spouse as Clothing
I'm not sure if I feel more comforted or horrified by this poem. It could be forceful language of domesticity and ease, or it could be a horrendous vision of torture and murder. Or both - you always get to keep that option open with poetry.
My wife is my shirt
I put my hands through her armpits
slide my head through her mouth
& finally button her blood around my hands
I put my hands through her armpits
slide my head through her mouth
& finally button her blood around my hands
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ReplyDeleteI'm leaning towards both.
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