—DOES LOVE COME AROUND, OR DOES ONE COME AROUND TO IT?

 

A Scary Story

 

Your kiss this morning 

is a different kind of tyranny, 

slick and somehow meaningful, 

the mattress warmer than usual, 

blankets pulled over us as if 

we’re in summer camp 

with a flashlight 

telling ghost stories about 

a girl who said she 

loved a boy though, in truth, 

she loved a different monster instead, 

your lover whose shadow stalks me, 

even now as I reach down

and slip inside of you.